"Why should they? His time will be up tomorrow."

"Are you going to say anything?"

"What is the use?"

They lay in the dark for an hour, and heard the men chatting outside.

"Do you believe in a God?" said the Englishman, suddenly.

The Colonial started: "Of course I do!"

"I used to," said the Englishman; "I do not believe in your God; but I
believed in something greater than I could understand, which moved in this
earth, as your soul moves in your body. And I thought this worked in such
wise, that the law of cause and effect, which holds in the physical world,
held also in the moral: so, that the thing we call justice, ruled. I do
not believe it any more. There is no God in Mashonaland."

"Oh, don't say that!" cried the Colonial, much distressed. "Are you going
off your head, like poor Halket?"

"No; but there is no God," said the Englishman. He turned round on his
shoulder, and said no more: and afterwards the Colonial went to sleep.

Before dawn the next morning the men had packed up the goods, and started.

By five o'clock the carts had filed away; the men rode or walked before and
behind them; and the space where the camp had been was an empty circle;