As the people of this village had traded with Robertson at Strathmuir, we had no difficulty in obtaining other canoes from them in which to cross the Zambesi in return for one of our oxen that I could see was already sickening from tsetse bite.  These canoes were large enough to take the donkeys that were patient creatures and stood still, but the cattle we could not get into them for fear of an upset.  So we killed the two driven beasts that were left to us and took them with us as dead meat for food, while the three remaining pack oxen we tried to swim across, dragging them after the canoes with hide reims round their horns.  As a result two were drowned, but one, a bold-hearted and enterprising animal, gained the other bank.

Here again we struck a sea of reeds in which, after casting about, Hans once more found the spoor of the Amahagger.  That it was theirs beyond doubt was proved by the circumstance that on a thorny kind of weed we found a fragment of a cotton dress which, because of the pattern stamped on it, we all recognised as one that Inez had been wearing.  At first I thought that this had been torn off by the thorns, but on examination we became certain that it had been placed there purposely, probably by Janee, to give us a clue.  This conclusion was confirmed when at subsequent periods of the hunt we found other fragments of the same garment.

Now it would be useless for me to set out the details of this prolonged and arduous chase which in all endured for something over three weeks.  Again and again we lost the trail and were only able to recover it by long and elaborate search, which occupied much time.  Then, after we escaped from the reeds and swamps, we found ourselves upon stony uplands where the spoor was almost impossible to follow, indeed, we only rediscovered it by stumbling across the dead body of that cannibal whom Inez had wounded.  Evidently he had perished from his hurt, which I could see had mortified.  From the state of his remains we gathered that the raiders must be about two days’ march ahead of us.

Striking their spoor again on softer ground where the impress of their feet remained—­at any rate to the cunning sight of Hans—­we followed them down across great valleys wherein trees grew sparsely, which valleys were separated from each other by ridges of high and barren land.  On these belts of rocky soil our difficulties were great, but here twice we were put on the right track by more fragments torn from the dress of Inez.

At length we lost the spoor altogether; not a sign of it was to be found.  We had no idea which way to go.  All about us appeared these valleys covered with scattered bush running this way and that, so that we could not tell which of them to follow or to cross.  The thing seemed hopeless, for how could we expect to find a little body of men in that immensity?  Hans shook his head and even the fierce and steadfast Robertson was discouraged.