rottle Colin and prevent him barking, but I
could not get the confounded trap to close behind me. Something had
jammed in it, and it remained half a foot open.

I heard the two approaching the door, and I did the best thing that
occurred to me. I pulled Colin over the trap, rolled on the top of
him, and began to snore heavily as if in a drunken slumber.

The key was turned, and the gleam of a lantern was thrown on the wall.
It flew up and down as its bearer cast the light into the corners.

'By God, he's gone,' I heard Henriques say. 'The swine was listening,
and he has bolted now.'

'He won't bolt far,' Laputa said. 'He is here. He is snoring behind
the counter.'

These were anxious moments for me. I had a firm grip on Colin's
throat, but now and then a growl escaped, which was fortunately blended
with my snores. I felt that a lantern was flashed on me, and that the
two men were peering down at the heap on the half-opened trap. I think
that was the worst minute I ever spent, for, as I have said, my courage
was not so bad in action, but in a passive game it oozed out of my
fingers.

'He is safe enough,' Laputa said, after what seemed to me an eternity.
'The noise was only the rats among the barrels.' I thanked my Maker
that they had not noticed the other trap-door. 'All the same I think
I'll make him safer,' said Henriques.

Laputa seemed to have caught him by the arm.

'Come back and get to business,' he said. 'I've told you I'll have no
more murder. You will do as I tell you, Mr Henriques.'

I did not catch the answer, but the two went out and locked the door.
I patted the outraged Colin, and got to my feet with an aching side
where the confounded lid of the trap had been pressing. There was no
time to lose for the two in the outhouse would soon be setting out, and
I must be before them.

With no better light than a ray of the moon through the window, I wrote
a message on a leaf from my pocket-book. I told of the plans I had
overheard, and especially I mentioned Dupree's Drift on the Letaba. I
added that I was going to the Rooirand to find the secret of the cave,
and in one final sentence implored Arcoll to do justice on the
Portugoose. That was all, for I had no time for more. I carefully
tied the paper with a string below the collar of the dog.

Then very quietly I went into the bedroom next door--the side of the
store farthest from the outhouse. The place was flooded with
moonlight, an