Chapter Thirty Two.
A Suspicion of Baboons.
A few nights later Mark, who had just finished his portion of the nightly watch, called up Dan and made his report that all had gone well till about an hour before, when he fancied he had seen something creeping along through the bushes just beyond the camp.
“Jackal,” said Dan.
“No; it seemed too big.”
“Well, didn’t the horses seem uneasy.”
“No.”
“Fancy, perhaps.”