“Certainly; and knowing we were in the inner chamber they will begin their search from that point, and discover our hiding-place at once.”
“Would it not be best, then, to find out what the Zulus are about?”
“Good; anything to get out of this place. I’d better get out the way I squeezed in. Where’s the port-hole—the loose stone?”
“Stop; Jim, you must not go; you’re too clumsy for this work. Klaas!”
“Sieur!”
“We are in great danger here. To get free we need the help of a brave man, a man who can move softly, and use his eyes and ears well. You are he.”
“Eweh, Inkose, I am that man.”
“You will get out of this place, and, keeping yourself concealed, see where the Zulus are and what they do.”
“I will do it,” and he fixed the point of his assegai in a crack in the wall where the movable stone was fixed.
“Stay,” said Hume; “I have been thinking. There must be another outlet. The woman was here when we entered; I heard her voice. She must have crept in by another way after bringing us water when we were bound.”