“I should prefer to follow the old hunter’s directions,” said Hume; “but if we cannot find the face in the mountain, then we could adopt your suggestion.”
“Very well,” said Webster, “but it will be more difficult to scale that wall than to strike through the forest.”
“Perhaps, but I have a desire to stand where he stood in the place of the eye at sunrise and see the flaming signal as he saw it, or fail to see, for now I have lost faith.”
“No, my friend, you have not,” said Laura; “for then you would have no wish to follow your uncle’s wanderings. He must have been a man of rare courage to have struggled alone as he did, and as we are five, if we have but a part of his determination we must succeed. How desolate, how melancholy, the place is, with scarce a sign of life, except for that eagle soaring there.”
“Yet those reeds must shelter herds of buffalo, and sea-cow, and we know not what else.”
“We are seen,” broke in Sirayo’s deep tones.
“Seen! By whom?”
Sirayo pointed with an assegai to the nearest peak, distant about two miles, and shading their eyes, for they stood in the light, while the slopes running towards them were in shadow, they looked anxiously up.
“I see nothing,” said Laura.
“There is a man standing on a rock,” said Klaas.