Professor Summerlee for once was too depressed to argue, though he shook his head violently as a token of general disagreement.  Lord John merely scratched his scanty locks with the remark that he couldn’t put up a fight as he wasn’t in the same weight or class.  For my own part I performed my usual role of bringing things down to a strictly prosaic and practical level by the remark that one of the Indians was missing.

“He has gone to fetch some water,” said Lord Roxton.  “We fitted him up with an empty beef tin and he is off.”

“To the old camp?” I asked.

“No, to the brook.  It’s among the trees there.  It can’t be more than a couple of hundred yards.  But the beggar is certainly taking his time.”

“I’ll go and look after him,” said I. I picked up my rifle and strolled in the direction of the brook, leaving my friends to lay out the scanty breakfast.  It may seem to you rash that even for so short a distance I should quit the shelter of our friendly thicket, but you will remember that we were many miles from Ape-town, that so far as we knew the creatures had not discovered our retreat, and that in any case with a rifle in my hands I had no fear of them.  I had not yet learned their cunning or their strength.

I could hear the murmur of our brook somewhere ahead of me, but there was a tangle of trees and brushwood between me and it.  I was making my way through this at a point which was just out of sight of my companions, when, under one of the trees, I noticed something red huddled among the bushes.  As I approached it, I was shocked to see that it was the dead body of the missing Indian.  He lay upon his side, his limbs drawn up, and his head screwed round at a most unnatural angle, so that he seemed to be looking straight over his own shoulder.  I gave a cry to warn my friends that something was amiss, and running forwards I stooped over the body.  Surely my guardian angel was very near me then, for some instinct of fear, or it may have been some faint rustle of leaves, made me glance upwards.  Out of the thick green foliage which hung low over my head, two long muscular arms covered with reddish hair were slowly descending.  Another instant and the great stealthy hands would have been round my throat.  I sprang backwards, but quick as I was, those hands were quicker still.  Through my sudden spring they missed a fatal grip, but one of them caught the back of my neck and the other one my face.  I threw my hands up to protect my throat, and the next moment the huge paw had slid down my face and closed over them.  I was lifted lightly from the ground, and I felt an intolerable pressure forcing my head back and back until the strain upon the cervical spine was more than I could bear.  My senses swam, but I still tore at the hand and forced it out from my chin.  Looking up I saw a frightful face with cold inexorable light blue eyes looking down into mine.  There was something