"There need be no anxiety about him." Thus the cheerful dictum! Need there not? But to one there, at any rate, `anxiety about him' turned to something like anguish, as the morning wore on, and still he did not appear. It needed all of Clare Vidal's splendid pluck and self-command to conceal her terrible anxiety. To those nearest to her, she could no longer keep her secret by reason of it; no longer, indeed, did she care to. "Oh, it'll be all right, Clare," said Fullerton, cheerfully and good-naturedly, when appealed to. "You've seen what Lamont's made of, and you bet he won't enjoy being fussed after by women when he's got a bit of sharpish work in hand." In despair she turned to Wyndham. "Do help me," she pleaded. "If you won't I'll go alone. Get some of the men who last saw him--them--and make a thorough search. Who knows what may have happened. I will go with you. I can borrow Mrs Grunberger's side-saddle." "I'll do what I can, Miss Vidal, but only on condition that you remain here." "But--I can't. I can't." "But you must," he answered firmly. "Just think. You'd be far more of a hindrance than a help. And we can't do with hindrances." She gave way, and Wyndham set to work to organise a search or a relief, as the case might be. There was no lack of volunteers. The troop was mustered, and it was found that besides Lamont there were seven men missing. And now for the first time something like a feeling of blank uneasiness spread through the whole force. Was there ground for it? We shall see. Some three hours earlier Lamont and a mere handful of men were pursuing a disorganised mass of the fleeing Matabele. The latter were thoroughly demoralised; panic-stricken beyond all thought--and seemingly, all power--of resistance. They would allow themselves to be shot down as they ran, sullenly, doggedly, not even begging for quarter; and little mercy had the avengers on the murderers and mutilators of women and children. The horses were getting blown, and then it occurred to Lamont that he was allowing his excitement to outstrip his prudential instincts. Quietly he conveyed the recommendation to retire--he could not give an order, for none of these were his own men. Some of them acted upon it, and some did not. And then as the former reined in their panting steeds, an unpleasant discovery was made. In the eagerness of the pursuit they had wandered afield. They made out, as well as the mist would allow, that they had got among hills, and assuredly, judging by the entire absence of sound, they had got right away from the main body. In short they did not know where they were, and until the mist should lift did not know whether to bear to the right or the left. The situation was growing awkward.