“As you will, mistress,” answered Zinti.  “Who am I that I should question your wisdom?” and, turning his horse’s head, he rode forward across the gloomy veldt as certainly as a homing rock-dove wings its flight.

So they travelled till the sun rose behind a range of distant hills.  Then Zinti halted and pointed to them.

“Look, lady,” he said.  “Do you see that peak among the mountains which has a point like a spear, the one that seems as though it were on fire?  Well, behind it lies Bull-Head’s kraal.”

“It is far, Zinti, but we must be there by night.”

“That may be done, lady, but if so we must spare our horses.”

“Good,” she answered.  “Here is a spring; let us off-saddle a while.”

So they off-saddled and ate of the food which they had brought, while the horses filled themselves with the sweet green grass, the schimmel being tied to the grey mare, for he would not bear a knee-halter.

All that day they rode, not so very fast but steadily, till towards sunset they off-saddled again beneath the shadow of the spear-pointed peak.  There was no water at this spot, but seeing a green place upon the slope of a hill close by, Zinti walked to it, leading the thirsty beasts.  Presently he threw up his hand and whistled, whereon Sihamba set out to join him, knowing that he had found a spring.  So it proved to be, and now they learned that Sihamba had been wise in heading straight for Swart Piet’s hiding-place, since round about this spring was the spoor of many horses and of men.  Among these was the print of a foot that she knew well, the little foot of Suzanne.

“How long is it since they left here?” asked Sihamba, not as one who does not know, but rather as though she desired to be certified in her judgment.

“When the sun stood there,” answered Zinti, pointing to a certain height in the heavens.

“Yes,” she answered, “three hours.  Bull-Head has travelled quicker than I thought.”

“No,” said Zinti, “but I think that he knew a path through the big vlei, whereas we rode round it, two hours’ ride, fearing lest we should be bogged.  Here by this spring they stayed till sunset, for it was needful that the horses should feed and rest, since they would save their strength in them.

“Lady,” went on Zinti presently, “beyond the neck of the hill yonder lies the secret kraal of Bull-Head.  Say, now, what is your plan when you reach it?”

“I do not know,” she answered, “but tell me again of the hidden krantz where the women built the new hut, and of the way to it.”

He told her and she listened, saying nothing.

“Good,” she said, when he had done.  “Now lead me to this place, and then perhaps I will tell my plan if I have one.”

So they started on again, but just as they reached the crest of the Nek a heavy thunderstorm came up, together with clouds and rain, hiding everything from them.