cannot do it alone, even should the fever spare us. We must trek, Baas,
and look elsewhere."

"Listen, Otter, the tale is yet to tell. The Baas who is dead dreamed
before he died, he dreamed that I should win the gold, that I should win
it by the help of a woman, and he bade me wait here a while after he was
dead. Say now, Otter, you who come of a people learned in dreams and
are the child of a dream-doctor, was this a true dream or a sick man's
fancy?"

"Nay, Baas, who can tell for sure?" the dwarf answered; then pondered a
while, and set himself to trace lines in the dust of the floor with his
finger. "Yet I say," he went on, "that the words of the dead uttered on
the edge of death shall come true. He promised that you should win the
wealth: you will win it by this way or that, and the great kraal across
the water shall be yours again, and the children of strangers shall
wander there no more. Let us obey the words of the dead and bide here
awhile as he commanded."

Seven days had passed, and on the night of the seventh Leonard Outram
and Otter sat together once more in the little cave on Grave Mountain,
for so they named this fatal spot. They did not speak, though each of
them was speaking after his own fashion, and both had cause for thought.
They had been hunting all day, but killed nothing except a guinea-fowl,
most of which they had just eaten; it was the only food left to them.
Game seemed to have abandoned the district--at least they could find
none.

Since his brother's death Leonard had given up all attempt to dig for
gold--it was useless. Time hung heavy on his hands, for a man cannot