During the hours of daylight the occupants were not idle. The position being menaced from one side only, they need only give cursory vigilance to the other, where the ground was too open for any wily savage to venture to risk his skin. So, while one watched, the other was busy putting up in portable packets a sufficiency of provisions to last for some days at a pinch, likewise as much ammunition as could be carried. "Now we'll have a feed," said Lamont. "That'll last us the night through, and spare our supplies for the road. They're bound to burn this shack down in any case. Aren't they, Peters?" "Cert." "All right then. Now for the trap." And Ancram looked on with mystified eyes, while Lamont was arranging what seemed like a dummy parcel on a beam over the centre of the room, and connecting it by a string to a cross string, fastened about half a yard above the ground. This anybody exploring the room was bound to trip over, and then--down came the dummy parcel, hard and violently upon the table. Having tested it several times, he untied it from the string and chucked it into a corner. "That'll be all right. There'll be some vacant places in kingdom come filled up before sunrise," he said. And to Ancram's inquiries as to what sort of booby trap they were concocting, the answers of both men were dark. The sun dipped to the far horizon, throwing out his long sweeping rays of gold across the silent land. But there was no sign of the returning herd of cattle, of which Ujojo was in charge. It was significant, too, that no sign of a native servant was visible among the huts since the time that Peters had been chased in. Ujojo had, of course, run off the cattle as his share of the spoil. The few calves in the kraal were bellowing impatiently for their defaulting mothers, and some fowls were clucking and scratching about. In a few minutes it would be quite dark. "Ready, Ancram?" said Peters. "Ye-es. But--who's going to fetch the horses?" "Nobody," said Lamont briskly. "We travel per Shanks his mare." "But--what'll Fullerton say? I borrowed a horse from him." "Then he'll lose it. Why, if anyone tried to get out the horses he'd make such a devil of a row over it that our scheme would be blown upon right there. And they wouldn't funk rushing us in the dark, when we couldn't see to shoot straight. Now then--got your gun and cartridges? That's right. Out of that window, and stick hard to Peters. For your life walk quietly and don't let a sound be heard. I'm going to set the trap." But Peters protested this was his job--protesting, however, to deaf ears. "Well then, for God's sake, Lamont, be careful," he whispered earnestly.