save for a few broken bottles and empty tins, and the stones about which
the fires had been made, round which warm ashes yet lay.

Only under the little stunted tree, the Colonial and the Englishman were
piling up stones. Their horses stood saddled close by.

Presently the large trooper came riding back. He had been sent by the
Captain to ask what they were fooling behind for, and to tell them to come
on.

The men mounted their horses to follow him; but the Englishman turned in
his saddle and looked back. The morning sun was lighting up the straggling
branches of the tall trees that had overshadowed the camp; and fell on the
little stunted tree, with its white stem and outstretched arms; and on the
stones beneath it.

"It's all that night on the kopje!" said the Colonial, sadly.

But the Englishman looked back. "I hardly know," he said, "whether it is
not better for him now, than for us."

Then they rode on after the troop.