“Well, plenty do live in these kopjes. Remember about that one up in the Matabele country that was full of cracks and passages, and had four or five caves one above another?”
“Oh yes, I remember it.”
“This might be the same some day, but I believe it’s all a reservoir of water inside.”
“Or else solid, for there seems to be no door. We may find a way in yet; I shouldn’t wonder.”
“I should,” said Dickenson; “and I believe after all now that the chirping I heard was made by some rat-like creature.”
“The more I think about it,” continued Lennox, “the more I feel ready to believe that two or three of the Kaffirs are here, and in communication with the Boers.”
“What! acting as spies?”
Lennox nodded; he was still too short of breath to talk much.
“Well, now you come to talk like that, it does appear possible, for the Boers do seem to have known pretty well how and when to attack us.”
“Exactly.”