oked. The ghastly white moonlight
showed the other spoor quite plainly the print of a broad, square-toed,
low-heeled shoe.

"Every man of us wore veldtschoens: there was not a heel among the four
of us, and as I marveled and superstitious fear crept upon me there
came scream after scream of terror from the direction of the tent; and
as I looked, Carfax, barefoot as he had slept, came flying from the
tent, his ghastly face contorted with horror, glancing behind him as he
ran, and holding out his arms as though to ward off a pursuer.

"Past me he flew, straight across the sand towards the dunes from which
he had lately come, his shrieks getting fainter and fainter as he sped
until they ceased, and the faint breeze that heralded the dawn brought
back the sound of mocking laughter.

"Fear held possession of me, for something had passed me in pursuit of
the haunted man, and with terror gripping my faculties, I scarce dared
turn my eyes to where the fresh spoor of Carfax's naked feet showed in
the sand. Yes! It was there: a heavy, broad, square-toed print
following and treading over Carfax's own and showing the signs of a mad
pursuit.

"Did I follow them? No! I'm not ashamed to say I did not at any rate
not then. Instead, I walked down to the shore, where the solemn
breakers offered some sort of companionship, and prayed for morning to
come and blot out the ghastly moon and all it had shown me, and save my
reason.

"The sun came at last, and with it an awful hurricane that equaled that
of the previous week, and I was hard put to it to save our few
belongings from being swept away and from being myself overwhelmed. In
the evening came the calm, and with it the boat; and, thank God! I had
not to face the moonlight again alone.

"Yes, we searched; but the storm had changed the whole aspect of the
dunes, and the spoors lay buried under many feet of sand, and well,
Carfax was never seen again!"

Jason ended his narrative abruptly, and, rising, lit his pipe with an
ember from the dying fire and stood gazing across the river to where
the vague mysterious dunes of German West showed silver-white beyond
the farther bank. "Good country to be out of!" he said with a shiver.
"Come, boys, you'd better turn in. I can't sleep when there's a moon."

THE PROOF

The chance was too good to be missed. For days past the baboons had
been extremely troublesome killing and mutilating the pick of our milch
goats, which had strayed