"My God," said Smith, "what's all this? Didn't I say it was a nightmare land? What's it mean, Mandy?"
But the Baker shook his head.
"Save us from such white men," he said, in a whisper. "Did he die, or was he killed?"
When they went round the other side the answer was easy. They saw the broken shaft of a spear still in his side.
"He fought down yonder, and came here to die," said Smith. "But, Mandy, whom did he fight with?"
"Let's get away," said Mandy hurriedly. And they left the awful sight in silence.
"Was it blacks or other white men that killed him?"
They fought the question out for an hour, but could give it no answer.
"What could he be? Did we dream it?" said Smith. "He looked just like a savage."
"Perhaps 'e got lost, like us, years ago," suggested Mandeville.