little.

"That's a queer story," he said when she had finished. "I wish you had got
to the end of it, I should like to know what happened."

"We shall find out one day," she answered solemnly.

"Do you mean to say that you believe it is true, Rachel?"

"Yes, Richard, one day I shall see you tied to that tree."

"Then I hope you will cut me loose, that is all. What a funny girl you
are," he added doubtfully. "I know what it is, you want something to eat.
Have the rest of that biltong."

"No," she answered. "I could not touch it. There is a pool of water out
there, go and bathe your arm, and I will bind it up again."

He went, still wondering, and a few minutes later returned, his face and
head dripping, and whispered:

"Give me the gun. There is a reed buck standing close by. I saw it through
the mist; we'll have a jolly breakfast off him."

She handed him the _roer_, and crept after him out of the cave. About
thirty yards away to the right, looming very large through the dense fog,
stood the fat reed buck. Richard wriggled towards it, for he wanted to
make sure of his shot, while Rachel crouched behind a stone. The buck
becoming alarmed, turned its head, and began to sniff at the air, whereon
he lifted the gun and just as it was about to spring away, aimed and