n the direction of Blaauwildebeestefontein。 After that his movements are obscure。 He was seen on the Klein Labongo； but the sight of the post at Blaauwildebeestefontein must have convinced him that a korhaan could not escape that way。 The next we heard of him was that he had joined Henriques。 After daybreak Arcoll； having got his reports from the plateau； and knowing roughly the direction in which Laputa was shaping； decided to advance his lines。 The farmers； reinforced by three more commandoes from the Pietersdorp district； still held the plateau； but the police were now on the line of the Great Letaba。 It was Arcoll's plan to hold that river and the long neck of land between it and the Labongo。 His force was hourly increasing； and his mounted men would be able to prevent any escape on the flank to the east of Wesselsburg。
So it happened that while Laputa was being driven east from the Berg； Henriques was travelling north； and their lines intersected。 I should like to have seen the meeting。 It must have told Laputa what had always been in the Portugoose's heart。 Henriques； I fancy； was making for the cave in the Rooirand。 Laputa； so far as I can guess at his mind； had a plan for getting over the Portuguese border； fetching a wide circuit； and joining his men at any of the concentrations between there and Amsterdam。
The two were seen at midday going down the road which leads from Blaauwildebeestefontein to the Lebombo。 Then they struck Arcoll's new front； which stretched from the Letaba to the Labongo。 This drove them north again； and forced them to swim the latter stream。 From there to the eastern extremity of the Rooirand； which is the Portuguese frontier； the country is open and rolling； with a thin light scrub in the hollows。 It was bad cover for the fugitives； as they found to their cost。 For Arcoll had purposely turned his police into a flying column。 They no longer held a line； they scoured a country。 Only Laputa's incomparable veld…craft and great bodily strength prevented the two from being caught in half an hour。 They doubled back； swam the Labongo again； and got into the thick bush on the north side of the Blaauwildebeestefontein road。 The Basuto scouts were magnificent in the open； but in the cover they were again at fault。 Laputa and Henriques fairly baffled them； so that the pursuit turned to the west in the belief that the fugitives had made for Majinje's kraal。 In reality they had recrossed the Labongo and were making for Umvelos'。
All this I heard afterwards； but in the meantime I lay in Arcoll's tent in deep unconsciousness。 While my enemies were being chased like partridges； I was reaping the fruits of four days' toil and terror。 The hunters had become the hunted； the wheel had come full circle； and the woes of David Crawfurd were being abundantly avenged。
I slept till midday of the next day。 When I awoke the hot noontide sun had made the tent like an oven。 I felt better； but very stiff and sore； and I had a most ungovernable thirst。 There was a pail of water with a tin pannikin beside the tent pole； and out of this I drank repeated draughts。 Then I lay down again； for I was still very weary。
But my second sleep was not like my first。 It was haunted by wild nightmares。 No sooner had I closed my eyes than I began to live and move in a fantastic world。 The whole bush of the plains lay before me； and I watched it as if from some view…point in the clouds。 It was midday； and the sandy patches shimmered under a haze of heat。 I saw odd little movements in the bush … a buck's head raised； a paauw stalking solemnly in the long grass； a big crocodile rolling off a mudbank in the river。 And then I saw quite clearly Laputa's figure going east。
In my sleep I did not think about Arcoll's manoeuvres。 My mind was wholly set upon Laputa。 He was walking wearily； yet at a good pace； and his head was always turning； like a wild creature snuffing the wind。 There was something with him； a shapeless shadow； which I could not see clearly。 His neck was bare； but I knew well that the collar was in his pouch。
He stopped； turned west； and I lost him。 The bush world for a space was quite silent； and I watched it eagerly as an aeronaut would watch the ground for a descent。 For a long time I could see nothing。 Then in a wood near a river there seemed to be a rustling。 Some guinea…fowl flew up as if startled； and a stembok scurried out。 I knew that Laputa must be there。
Then； as I looked at the river； I saw a head swimming。 Nay； I saw two； one some distance behind the other。 The first man landed on the far bank； and I recognized Laputa。 The second was a slight short figure； and I knew it was Henriques。
I remember feeling very glad that these two had come together。 It was certain now that Henriques would not escape。 Either Laputa would find out the truth and kill him； or I would come up with him and have my revenge。 In any case he was outside the Kaffir pale； adventuring on his own。
I watched the two till they halted near a ruined building。 Surely this was the store I had built at Umvelos'。 The thought gave me a horrid surprise。 Laputa and Henriques were on their way to the Rooirand！
I woke with a start to find my forehead damp with sweat。 There was some fever on me； I think； for my teeth were chattering。 Very clear in my mind was the disquieting thought that Laputa and Henriques would soon be in the cave。
One of two things must happen … either Henriques would kill Laputa； get the collar of rubies； and be in the wilds of Mozambique before I could come up with his trail； or Laputa would outwit him； and have the handling himself of the treasure of gold and diamonds which had been laid up for the rising。 If he thought there was a risk of defeat； I knew he would send my gems to the bottom of the Labongo； and all my weary work would go for nothing。 I had forgotten all about patriotism。 In that hour the fate of the country was nothing to me； and I got no satisfaction from the thought that Laputa was severed from his army。 My one idea was that the treasure would be lost； the treasure for which I had risked my life。
There is a kind of courage which springs from bitter anger and disappointment。 I had thought that I had bankrupted my spirit； but I found that there was a new passion in me to which my past sufferings taught no lesson。 My uneasiness would not let me rest a moment longer。 I rose to my feet； holding on by the bed； and staggered to the tent pole。 I was weak； but not so very weak that I could not make one last effort。 It maddened me that I should have done so much and yet fail at the end。
From a nail on the tent pole hung a fragment of looking… glass which Arcoll used for shaving。 I caught a glimpse of my face in it； white and haggard and lined； with blue bags below the eyes。 The doctor the night before had sponged it； but he had not got rid of all the stains of travel。 In particular there was a faint splash of blood on the left temple。 I remembered that this was what I had got from the basin of goat's blood that night in the cave。 I think that the sight of that splash determined me。 Whether I willed it or not； I was sealed of Laputa's men。 I must play the game to the finish； or never again know peace of mind on earth。 These last four days had made me very old。
I found a pair of Arcoll's boots； roomy with much wearing； into which I thrust my bruised feet。 Then I crawled to the door； and shouted for a boy to bring my horse。 A Basuto appeared； and； awed by my appearance； went off in a hurry to see to the schimmel。 It was late afternoon； about the same time of day as had yesterday seen me escaping from Machudi's。 The Bruderstroom camp was empty； though sentinels were posted at the approaches。 I beckoned the only white man I saw； and asked where Arcoll was。 He told me that he had no news； but added that the patrols were still on the road as far as Wesselsburg。 From this I gathered that Arcoll must have gone far out into the bush in his chase。 I did not want to see him； above all； I did not want him to find Laputa。 It was my private business that I rode on； and I asked for no allies。
Somebody brought me a cup of thick coffee； which I could not drink； and helped me into the saddle。 The Schimmel was fresh； and kicked freely as I cantered off the grass into the dust of the highroad。 The whole world； I remember； was still and golden in the sunset。
CHAPTER XX MY LAST SIGHT OF THE REVEREND JOHN LAPUTA
It was dark before I got into the gorge of the Letaba。 I passed many patrols； but few spoke to me； and none tried to stop me。 Some may have known me； but I think it was my face and figure which tied their tongues。 I must have been pale as death； with tangled hair and fever burning in my eyes。 Also on my left temple was the splash of blood。
At Main Drift I found a big body of police holding the ford。 I splashed through and stumbled into one of their camp…fires。 A man questioned me； and told me that Arcoll had got his quarry。 'He's dead； they say。 They shot him out on the hills when he was making for the Limpopo。' But I knew that this was not true。 It was burned on my mind that Laputa was alive； nay； was waiting for me； a