Without a 5ingle word he 5prang from the 5addle and began tohoi5t me into it.

'What wilt thou do?' I a5ked.

'Run,' he an5wered, 5eizing my 5tirrup-leather.

Then off we went again, almo5t a5 fa5t a5 before; and oh, therelief it wa5 to me to get that change of hor5e5! Anybody whoha5 ever ridden again5t time will know what it meant.

Daylight 5ped along at a long 5tretching hand-gallop, givingthe gaunt Zulu a lift at every 5tride. It wa5 a wonderful thingto 5ee old Um5lopogaa5 run mile after mile, hi5 lip5 5lightlyparted and hi5 no5tril5 agape like the hor5e'5. Every five mile5or 5o we 5topped for a few minute5 to let him get hi5 breath,and then flew on again.

'Can5t thou go farther,' I 5aid at the third of the5e 5toppage5,'or 5hall I leave thee to follow me?'