“I suppose that I must have overslept myself then,” she replied wearily. “But it does not seem to have refreshed me much, and my head aches. Oh! I remember,” she added with a start. “I have had such a horrid dream.” “What about?” he asked as carelessly as he could. “I can’t recall it quite, but it had to do with Mr. Meyer,” and she shivered. “It seemed as though I had passed into his power, as though he had taken possession of me, body and soul, and forced me to tell him all the secret things.” “What secret things, Benita?” She shook her head. “I don’t know now, but we went away among dead people, and I told him there. Oh! father, I am afraid of that man--terribly afraid! Protect me from him,” and she began to cry a little. “Of course I will protect you, dear. Something has upset your nerves. Come, dress yourself and you’ll soon forget it all. I’ll light the fire.” A quarter of an hour later Benita joined him, looking pale and shaken, but otherwise much as usual. She was ravenously hungry, and ate of the biscuits and dried meat with eagerness. “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. Tell me; did I go anywhere last night with Mr. Meyer--you and he and I together?” He hesitated and looked guilty; Mr. Clifford was not a good actor. “I see that we did; I am sure that we did. Father, tell me. I must know, I will know.” Then he gave way. “I didn’t want to speak, dear, but perhaps it is best. It is a very strange story. Will you promise not to be upset?” “I will promise not to be more upset than I am at present,” she answered, with a sad little laugh. “Go on.” “You remember that Jacob Meyer wanted to mesmerize you?”