“And I, too,” said Webster.
“Stay, Klaas,” said Hume quietly; then went off with Sirayo up the ridge.
“He has left you to me,” murmured Webster.
“I am content,” she said; “his energy tires me.”
“I care not, if we are together.”
“The baas has gone to find a hiding-place; he will return,” said Klaas.
“Of course,” said Webster bitterly; “it is of our safety he is thinking, and the mischief is that I am completely helpless in my ignorance.”
“I am too tired to talk,” she muttered; and he sat looking out over the dark expanse to a light in the eastern sky.
In a few minutes Hume and Sirayo were back again.
“There is a place above here where we can halt against the shelter of a precipice, which will screen us from any people above. It is but a short distance.”