"Why shouldn't we stay here?" asked Nick, with his mouth full of parrot. "This is a jolly place enough--fresh water, lots of melons and parrots, and they're both of them capital eating. And a comfortable sleeping-place. If we must make a halt anywhere, why not here? It's a capital place, I think, except for the baboons," he muttered in a lower tone, as the recollection of his recent adventure suddenly occurred to him. "Why shouldn't we stay here?" repeated Lavie. "Well, I'll tell you, Gilbert. It isn't so much the wild beasts--though a place which every night is full of lions, rhinoceroses, and leopards doesn't exactly suit anybody but a professed hunter--but there is the fear of the Bushmen returning to cut off Omatoko's head, whom they will expect to find dead. And if they find him alive, it is most probable that they will do both him and us some deadly mischief. And they may be looked for to-day, or to-morrow, certainly. Besides--" "There's no need to say any more, I am sure," broke in Gilbert. "I didn't think of the Bushmen. Let us be off at once, I say. I'd rather carry the Hottentot on my shoulders than stay here to be murdered, probably, by those savages!" "Well, I own I think the return of the Bushmen quite enough by itself," said the surgeon; "but I ought to add that Omatoko thinks the weather is going to change, and there is likely before long to be a violent storm. None of you have had much experience of what an African storm is like. But I have had quite as much as I desire, and do not wish to encounter it, without a roof of some kind over my head! Well, then, if we are all ready, let us set out at once." The grove and pool were soon left behind. Omatoko stepped out valiantly, sometimes leaning on Lavie's or Warley's shoulder, and sitting down to rest, whenever a thicket of trees afforded a sufficient close screen to hide the party from sight. They noticed that before leaving any of these coverts, he anxiously scrutinised the horizon towards the north, and once or twice requested the boys to climb the highest tree they could find, and report whether anything was visible in the distance. His strength and confidence alike seemed to improve as the day advanced. About twelve o'clock they made what was to be their long halt, in a patch of scrub which sprung apparently out of the barren sand, though there was neither spring nor pond anywhere to be seen, nor even any appearance of moisture. They had progressed about four miles in something less than five hours, and were now, Omatoko told them, hardly a mile from their destination. He pointed it out indeed in the distance--a rocky eminence, with a patch of trees and grass lying close to it. But the party had not been seated for ten minutes, and were still engaged in devouring the melons they had brought with them, when their guide again rose and advised their immediately resuming their journey.