"The coffee tastes quite different from that which I drank last night,"
she said. "I think there must have been something in it which gave me
those bad dreams. Where is Mr. Meyer? Oh, I know!" and again she put her
hand to her head. "He is still asleep by the wall."
"Who told you that?"
"I can't say, but it is so. He will not come here till one o'clock.
There, I feel much better now. What shall we do, father?"
"Sit in the sun and rest, I think, dear."
"Yes, let us do that, on the top of the wall. We can see the Makalanga
from there, and it will be a comfort to be sure that there are other
human beings left in the world besides ourselves and Jacob Meyer."
So presently they went, and from the spot whence Meyer used to shoot at
the Matabele camp, looked down upon the Makalanga moving about the first
enclosure far below. By the aid of the glasses Benita even thought that
she recognised Tamas, although of this it was difficult to be sure, for
they were all very much alike. Still, the discovery quite excited her.
"I am sure it is Tamas," she said. "And oh! how I wish that we were down
there with him, although it is true that then we should be nearer to the
Matabele. But they are better than Mr. Meyer, much better."
Now for a while they were silent, till at length she said suddenly:
"Father, you are keeping something back from me, and things begin to
come back.
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