"That's cheerful. Well, if we mean to get in, I suppose we'd better make a move? Eh, Josane!" The Kafir emphatically agreed. He had witnessed their dilatoriness not without concern. He appeared strangely eager to get the thing over--contrary to the habits of his kind, for savages, of whatever race, are never in a hurry. A line of rocky boulders in front, thickly grown with straight stemmed euphorbia, stiff and regular like the pipes of an organ, precluded any view of the sort of formation that lay beyond. Right across their path, if path it might be called, rose another impenetrable wall of thorns and creepers. In front of this Josane halted. CHAPTER FORTY THREE. "KWA 'ZINYOKA." The brooding, oppressive stillness deepened. Not a breath of air stirred the sprays of the bush, which slept motionless as though carved in stone. Even the very bird voices were hushed. Far below, the sound of the river, flowing over its long stony reaches, came upwards in plaintive monotonous murmur. All of a sudden Josane turned. He sent one keen searching glance straight in front of him, and another from side to side. "The Home of the Serpents is a horrible place," he said. "I have warned you that it is so. It is not too late now. The _Amakosi_ can yet turn back." The awed solemnity of his tone could not fail to impress his hearers, especially two of them. The boding sense of oppression in the atmosphere, the utter wildness of the surroundings, the uneasy, mysterious nature of their quest, and the tall gaunt figure of the old Kafir standing in the semi-gloom beneath the funereal plumes of the straight stemmed euphorbia, like an oracle of misfortune--all this affected the imagination of two, at any rate, of these ordinarily hard-headed and practical men in a fashion they could scarcely have deemed possible. The third, however, was impervious to such influences. There was too much involved in the material side of the undertaking. No thought had he to spare apart from this; no scope was there for giving free rein to his imagination. "I think I may say we none of us have the slightest idea of turning back!" he answered. "Certainly not," assented the other two. Josane looked fixedly at them for a moment. Then he said: "It is good. Follow me--carefully, carefully. We do not want to leave a broad spoor." The undergrowth among the straight stiff stems of the euphorbia looked dense and impenetrable as a wall. To the astonishment of the spectators, the old Kafir lay flat on his stomach, lifted the dense tangle just enough to admit the passage of his body, for all the world as though he were lifting a heavy curtain, and slipped through. "Come," he whispered from the other side, for he had completely disappeared from view. "Come--as I did. But do not rend the bushes more than is absolutely necessary."