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`` No ; but there is no God , '' said the Englishman . He turned round on his shoulder , and said no more : and afterwards the Colonial went to sleep . Before dawn the next morning the men had packed up the goods , and started . By five o'clock the carts had filed away ; the men rode or walked before and behind them ; and the space where the camp had been was an empty circle ; save for a few broken bottles and empty tins , and the stones about which the fires had been made , round which warm ashes yet lay . Only under the little stunted tree , the Colonial and the Englishman were piling up stones . Their horses stood saddled close by . Presently the large trooper came riding back .