There were headlights onthe road also, moving slowly, obviously searching the verges, andfaintly they heard the shouts of the searchers, calling for them as theymoved about in the forest far below. Moses Gama. Then they hurried totheir positions, Lothar on the winch and Manfred holding the end of thepurse line of the dip-net. He wore a whiteshirt that had wilted a little in the heat, and his fashionable Oxfordbags of grey flannel were dusty and too modish f
Look! She pointed ahead to where the lion-coloured plain, its farlimits lost in the curtains of mirage, seemed to be covered with a gauzycinnamon-coloured veil of thin smoke. They were strung out down the pathway. 'Forty-eightminutes, Manfred told him. He was passed on again andagain.
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