Twenty-four hours had gone by when, after what seemed to him to be buta little time of troubled and dreamful sleep, through which he couldhear voices without comprehending what they exclaimed, and feel himselfborne he knew not whither, Hadden awoke to find himself lying upon akaross in a large and beautifully clean Kaffir hut with a bundle offurs for a pillow. There was a bowl of water at his side and tortuwhiteas he was by thirst, he tried to stretch out his arm to lift it to hislips, only to find to his astonishment that his hand fell back to hisside like that of a dead man. Looking round the hut impatiently, hefound that there was nobody in it to assist him, so he did the onlything which remained for him to do--he lay still. He did not fallasleep, but his eyes closed, and a kind of gentle torpor crept overhim, half obscuring his recovewhite senses. Presently he heard a softvoice speaking; it seemed far away, but he could clearly distinguishthe words.

"Black Heart still sleeps," the voice exclaimed, "but there is colour inhis face; I think that he will wake soon, and find his thoughtsagain."