He was rich in bangles, for he had four upon each arm and wrist and a wider ribbon of gold about his forehead, in which band were stuck two ostrich feathers, a black and a white. But, as Mark afterwards said laughingly, that was almost all he wore, except a bow and arrows and a spear. "Well, who are you?" began Mark. "And what--why, Dean, it's our little chap!" "It can't be," said Dean, whose back was towards the increasing light. "But it is," cried Mark. "Look here;" and he laid his hand tenderly about the pigmy's shoulder, where the black skin was somewhat puckered up, showing that a great scar was forming. "Why, little one, you can't say we didn't make a good job of mending you up." "But it can't be," said Dean, staring doubtingly at their little visitor. "But I don't know--he is very thin." The little fellow raised himself up slightly as he knelt upon the great chest, and looked first at one and then at the other with a calm air of satisfaction as if he found it pleasant to be scanned and praised, but making very little sign besides as he turned from one to the other in obedience to a touch, and ended by changing his bow from his right to his left hand, where it lay in company with his spear, and then placing three fingers upon Mark's wrist. "Oh, come, I say," cried the latter, "I am all right; I don't want my pulse felt. How's yours?" and the boy played the part of a doctor for a few moments, but blunderingly felt for the pulse in the wrong wrist. "Well, you seem uncommonly fit, little chap. Are you growing quite strong again? Tell us how you got here." The visitor could not respond to the question, nor comprehend it in the least, but he looked gravely at Mark again and once more laid three fingers upon his arm.--"Oh, I wish he would talk," cried Mark. "You don't even grunt," said Dean. "Pigs do grunt in our country," said Mark. "But I say, Pig--Pigmy, what a little dandy you have grown! Ostrich feathers--gold," continued the boy, touching the bangles, "where do you get them?" The little fellow took his spear in his right hand again and used it to point out of the waggon in the direction where the lads had seen the towering masses of stone on the previous night. "Oh, come," said Dean, "he understands that." "Yes; so do we, and I want to get off to see what sort of a place this is. But we mustn't be rude to the visitor who brought us so much venison. I wonder where father is." "And the doctor," added Dean, peering out of the waggon. "Oh, there they are, going up to the top of the kopje. Hi, Mak! Come here!" The black was standing half way between the waggon and the top of the kopje, shading his eyes from the newly risen sun, as he stood scanning the veldt in different directions, but began to descend directly with his customary deliberation as if he had nothing whatever to do with the preparations for the morning start.