Stepping over the edge of the precipice, and hanging on firmly with either hand, Guy went briskly down. It seemed a rather fearsome height; but the lad had a cool head and had been an expert climber, scaling many a lofty tree in search of hawks’, rooks’, and carrion crows’ eggs. Still, more than three parts of the way down, as the cliff sheered inward and the ladder hung dangling in mid-air, it was none too pleasant. The task was presently accomplished, however, and Guy stood by Poeskop’s side. Next came Tom, and after him Mr. Blakeney, Seleti and September remaining at the top to look after things and guard the end. "My word," said Mr. Blakeney, as he set foot on the ground with a sigh of relief, "that’s one of the nastiest jobs I ever tackled. I was never much of a climber as a boy, and I didn’t quite realize what such a descent was like until I was ten paces over the cliff and looked downward. It’s more the sort of game for rock rabbits and lizards than for a douce, middle-aged man." "Never mind, pater," said Tom, who had slipped down the ladder with the ease of a lamplighter, "you’ll soon get used to it. After another ascent and descent you’ll think nothing of it." "Don’t you make any mistake, my boy," retorted his father. "It’s very easy for a light, limber lad like you to get down that ladder. You’ll find it a vastly different job getting up. Four hundred and twenty feet of rope-ladder _upwards_ is a stiff task, and you’ll find yourself not so keen to do it very often--I’m convinced of that fact." All four now being safely landed at the bottom of the kloof, the question which instantly absorbed their attention was, Where was the gold? Poeskop led the way, and, walking swiftly, at a pace certainly exceeding four miles an hour, they hastened towards the far end of the valley. "Hullo!" cried Tom, as a handsome little reddish antelope, spotted and lined with white, bounded away from one patch of bush to another. "Bushbuck, by all that’s wonderful! We’ve seen pallah. I wonder what other kind of game is shut up in this kloof." Almost as the words came out of his mouth he was answered, for a magnificent bull koodoo strolled out of a thorn grove by the river a hundred yards away, and, with a family party of hornless cows and young animals, stood staring at the intruders, who now in their turn halted to gaze at the spectacle. "You beauties!" said Mr. Blakeney enthusiastically. "It seems a shame almost to intrude upon you! And, indeed, we won’t shoot here unless we are absolutely driven to it. It’s a place of enchantment, and we ought not to bring death here if we can help it." Forward they went again. After walking twenty minutes, Poeskop crossed the river at a shallow ford where a sandbank ran out into the stream, and stopping, said, "Baas, I think we shall find the gelt here." *Chapter XVI.* *GATHERING GOLD.*