while she wandered about in it, following the banks of a stream, till
at length, as she passed a dense clump of mimosa bushes, she heard the
faint sound of a child's voice--the very voice of her dream. Now she
stopped, and turning to the right, pushed her way through the mimosas,
and there beyond them was a dell, and in the centre of the dell a large
flat rock, and on the rock a boy praying, the rays of the setting sun
shining in his golden, tangled hair. She went to the child and spoke to
him, but he could not understand our tongue, nor could she understand
his. Then she drew out what was left of the bottle of milk and some meal
cakes and gave them to him, and he ate and drank greedily.

By this time the sun was down, and as they did not dare to move in the
dark, the children sat together on the rock, clasped in each other's
arms for warmth, and as they sat they saw yellow eyes staring at them
through the gloom, and heard strange snoring sounds, and were afraid. At
length the moon rose, and in its first rays they perceived standing and
walking within a few paces of them three tigers, as we call leopards,
two of them big and one half-grown. But the tigers did them no harm,
for God forbade them; they only looked at them a little and then slipped
away, purring as they went.

Now Suzanne rose, and taking the boy by the hand she began to lead him
homeward, very slowly, since he was footsore and exhausted, and for the
last half of the way could only walk resting upon her shoulder. Still
through the long night they crawled forward, for the _kopje_ at the back
of our stead was a guide to Suzanne, stopping from time to time to rest
a while, till at the breaking of the dawn with their last strength they
came to the house, as has been told.

Well it was that they did so, for it seems that the searchers had