I'll go with the General."

The Zulu darted a grateful look at Jack, and the latter took his rifle
and bullet cartridges, starting off directly after in the way that the
boys had been seen to go.

Jack began chatting to the Zulu as they went along, but after a few
remarks he noticed that the General was very quiet and reserved, while
when he glanced at his countenance it looked so strange that Jack felt
startled, and began to think of how awkward his position would be if the
Zulu were to prove unfaithful, and turn upon him.

But the next minute he was reassured, and found that it was anxiety upon
the General's part about his boys.

"I am afraid, Boss Jack," he said hoarsely. "It frightens me to think.
They may be killed."

"Oh, no," cried Jack hopefully. "They have only gone farther away, and
have not had time to return."

The Zulu shook his head, but he glanced eagerly at the speaker as if to
silently ask him if he really felt like that.

"No," he said softly; "one of them would be back by now, I am afraid."

Jack tried again, but it was of no avail; and the Zulu having struck the
boys' trail, he had to be left to follow it without interruption, and
this he did, all through the heat of that glowing afternoon.

Several times poor Jack felt as if he would faint, but his spirit kept
him up, and at last they came upon Chicory, sitting down by a little
pool of water with his assegai beside him, bathing his bleeding feet.

The Zulu uttered a low sigh of satisfaction as he saw one of his boys,
and Chicory jumped up, and seizing his assegai, ran to meet them.

"My brother; has he got back?" he asked in his own tongue.

"No; I came to find you both. Where is he?" said the General sternly.

"Lost," said Chicory disconsolately. "We got no birds and would not go
back without, and we went on and parted. He is lost."

"Lost!" said the Zulu scornfully; "my boy lost! Go find him. Watch the
spoor. He must be found."

Poor Chicory turned without a word, and in obedience to his father's
order he went off in the direction where he and his brother had
accidentally parted, and at last led them to a beautiful park-like tract
of land. Forest-trees sprang up in every direction, for the most part
draped with creepers; clumps of bushy growth, and clusters of prickly
succulent plants, grew on every side. It was in fact a very nature's
garden, but though they searched in all directions through the lovely
glades, golden