〃Give　me　my　rifle；　Hans；〃　said　Mr。　Clifford。　〃We　want　meat。〃
  By　the　time　that　the　Westley…Richards　was　drawn　from　its　case　and
  loaded；　only　one　buck　remained；　for；　having　caught　sight　of　the
  waggon；　it　turned　to　stare　at　it　suspiciously。　Mr。　Clifford　aimed　and
  fired。　Down　went　the　buck；　then　springing　to　its　feet　again；　vanished
  behind　the　ridge。　Mr。　Clifford　shook　his　head　sadly。
  〃I　don't　often　do　that　sort　of　thing；　my　dear；　but　the　light　is　still
  very　bad。　Still；　he's　hit。　What　do　you　say？　Shall　we　get　on　the　horses
  and　catch　him？　A　canter　would　warm　you。〃
  Benita；　who　was　tender…hearted；　reflected　that　it　would　be　kinder　to
  put　the　poor　creature　out　of　its　pain；　and　nodded　her　head。　Five
  minutes　later　they　were　cantering　together　up　the　rise；　Mr。　Clifford
  having　first　ordered　the　waggon　to　trek　on　till　they　rejoined　it；　and
  slipped　a　packet　of　cartridges　into　his　pocket。　Beyond　the　rise　lay　a
  wide　stretch　of　marshy　ground；　bordered　by　another　rise　half　a　mile　or
  more　away；　from　the　crest　of　whichfor　now　the　air　was　clear　enough
  they　saw　the　wounded　bull　standing。　On　they　went　after　him；　but　before
  they　could　come　within　shot；　he　had　moved　forward　once　more；　for　he
  was　only　lightly　hurt　in　the　flank；　and　guessed　whence　his　trouble
  came。
  Again　and　again　did　he　retreat　as　they　drew　near；　until　at　length；
  just　as　Mr。　Clifford　was　about　to　dismount　to　risk　a　long　shot；　the
  beast　took　to　its　heels　in　earnest。
  〃Come　on；〃　he　said；　〃don't　let's　be　beat；〃　for　by　this　time　the　hunter
  was　alive　in　him。
  So　off　they　went　at　a　gallop；　up　slopes　and　down　slopes　that　reminded
  Benita　of　the　Bay　of　Biscay　in　a　storm；　across　half…dried　vleis　that
  in　the　wet　season　were　ponds；　through　stony　ground　and　patches　of　ant…
  bear　holes　in　which　they　nearly　came　to　grief。　For　five　miles　at　least
  the　chase　went　on；　since　at　the　end　of　winter　the　wilderbeeste　was
  thin　and　could　gallop　well；　notwithstanding　its　injury；　faster　even
  than　their　good　horses。　At　last；　rising　a　ridge；　they　found　whither　it
  was　going；　for　suddenly　they　were　in　the　midst　of　vast　herds　of　game；
  thousands　and　tens　of　thousands　of　them　stretching　as　far　as　the　eye
  could　reach。
  It　was　a　wondrous　sight　that　now；　alas！　will　be　seen　no　moreat　any
  rate　upon　the　Transvaal　veld；　wilderbeeste；　blesbok；　springbok；　in
  countless　multitudes；　and　amongst　them　a　few　quagga　and　hartebeeste。
  With　a　sound　like　that　of　thunder；　their　flashing　myriad　hoofs　casting
  up　clouds　of　dust　from　the　fire…blackened　veld；　the　great　herds
  separated　at　the　appearance　of　their　enemy；　man。　This　way　and　that
  they　went　in　groups　and　long　brown　lines；　leaving　the　wounded　and
  exhausted　wilderbeeste　behind　them；　so　that　presently　he　was　the　sole
  tenant　of　that　great　cup　of　land。
  At　him　they　rode　till　Mr。　Clifford；　who　was　a　little　ahead　of　his
  daughter；　drew　almost　alongside。　Then　the　poor　maddened　brute　tried
  its　last　shift。　Stopping　suddenly；　it　wheeled　round　and　charged　head
  down。　Mr。　Clifford；　as　it　came；　held　out　his　rifle　in　his　right　hand
  and　fired　at　a　hazard。　The　bullet　passed　through　the　bull；　but　could
  not　stop　its　charge。　Its　horns；　held　low；　struck　the　forelegs　of　the
  horse；　and　next　instant　horse；　man；　and　wilderbeeste　rolled　on　the
  veld　together。
  Benita；　who　was　fifty　yards　behind；　uttered　a　little　cry　of　fear；　but
  before　ever　she　reached　him；　her　father　had　risen　laughing；　for　he　was
  quite　unhurt。　The　horse；　too；　was　getting　up；　but　the　bull　could　rise
  no　more。　It　struggled　to　its　forefeet；　uttered　a　kind　of　sobbing
  groan；　stared　round　wildly；　and　rolled　over；　dead。
  〃I　never　knew　a　wilderbeeste　charge　like　that　before；〃　said　Mr。
  Clifford。　〃Confound　it！　I　believe　my　horse　is　lamed。〃
  Lamed　it　was；　indeed；　where　the　bull　had　struck　the　foreleg；　though；
  as　it　chanced；　not　badly。　Having　tied　a　handkerchief　to　the　horn　of
  the　buck　in　order　to　scare　away　the　vultures；　and　thrown　some　tufts　of
  dry　grass　upon　its　body；　which　he　proposed；　if　possible；　to　fetch　or
  send　for；　Mr。　Clifford　mounted　his　lame　horse　and　headed　for　the
  waggon。　But　they　had　galloped　farther　than　they　thought；　and　it　was
  midday　before　they　came　to　what　they　took　to　be　the　road。　As　there　was
  no　spoor　upon　it；　they　followed　this　track　backwards；　expecting　to
  find　the　waggon　outspanned；　but　although　they　rode　for　mile　upon　mile；
  no　waggon　could　they　see。　Then；　realizing　their　mistake；　they　retraced
  their　steps；　and　leaving　this　path　at　the　spot　where　they　had　found
  it；　struck　off　again　to　the　right。
  Meanwhile；　the　sky　was　darkening；　and　at　about　three　o'clock　in　the
  afternoon　a　thunderstorm　broke　over　them　accompanied　by　torrents　of
  icy　rain；　the　first　fall　of　the　spring；　and　a　bitter　wind　which
  chilled　them　through。　More；　after　the　heavy　rain　came　drizzle　and　a
  thick　mist　that　deepened　as　evening　approached。
  Now　their　plight　was　very　wretched。　Lost；　starved；　soaked　to　the　skin；
  with　tired　horses　one　of　which　was　lame；　they　wandered　about　on　the
  lonely　veld。　Only　one　stroke　of　fortune　came　to　them。　As　the　sun　set；
  for　a　few　moments　its　rays　pierced　the　mist；　telling　them　in　what
  direction　they　should　go。　Turning　their　horses；　they　headed　for　it；
  and　so　rode　on　until　the　darkness　fell。　Then　they　halted　a　while；　but
  feeling　that　if　they　stood　still　in　that　horrible　cold　they　would
  certainly　perish　before　morning；　once　more　pushed　on　again。　By　now　Mr。
  Clifford's　horse　was　almost　too　lame　to　ride；　so　he　led　it；　walking　at
  his　daughter's　side；　and　reproaching　himself　bitterly　for　his
  foolishness　in　having　brought　her　into　this　trouble。
  〃It　doesn't　matter；　Father；〃　she　answered　wearily；　for　she　was　very
  tired。　〃Nothing　matters；　one　may　as　well　die　upon　the　veld　as　in　the
  sea　or　anywhere　else。〃
  On　they　plodded；　they　knew　not　whither。　Benita　fell　asleep　upon　her
  saddle；　and　was　awakened　once　by　a　hyena　howling　quite　close　to　them；
  and　once　by　her　horse　falling　to　its　knees。
  〃What　is　the　time？〃　she　said　at　last。
  Her　father　struck　a　match　and　looked　at　his　watch。　It　was　ten　o'clock；
  they　had　been　fifteen　hours　away　from　the　waggon　and　without　food。　At
  intervals　Mr。　Clifford；　who　had　remounted；　fired　his　rifle。　Now　there
  was　but　one　cartridge　left；　and　having　caught　sight　of　his　daughter's
  exhausted　face　by　the　light　of　the　match；　he　fired　this　also；　though
  in　that　desperate　wilderness　there　was　little　hope　of　its　bringing
  succour。
  〃Shall　we　stop　or　go　on？〃　he　asked。
  〃I　do　not　care；〃　she　answered。　〃Only　if　I　stop　I　think　it　will　be　for
  ever。　Let　us　go　on。〃
  Now　the　rain　had　ceased；　but　the　mist　was　as　dense　as　before。　Also
  they　seemed　to　have　got　among　bush；　for　wet　leaves　brushed　their
  faces。　Utterly　exhausted　they　stumbled　forward；　till　suddenly　Benita
  felt　her　horse　stop　as　though　a　hand　had　seized　its　bridle；　and　heard
  a　man's　voice；　speaking　with　a　foreign　accent；　say：
  〃Mein　Gott！　Where　are　you　going？〃
  〃I　wish　I　knew；〃　she　answered；　like　one　in　a　dream。
  At　this　instant　the　moon　rose　above　the　mists；　and　Benita　saw　Jacob
  Meyer　for　the　first　time。
  In　that　light　his　appearance　was　not　unpleasing。　A　man　of　about　forty
  years　of　age；　not　over　tall；　slight　and　active　in　build；　with　a
  pointed　black　beard；　regular；　Semitic　features；　a　complexion　of　an
  ivory　pallor　which　even　the　African　sun　did　not　seem　to　tan；　and　dark；
  lustrous　eyes　that　appeared；　now　to　sleep；　and　now　to　catch　the　fire
  of　the　thoughts　within。　Yet；　weary　though　she　was；　there　was　something
  in　the　man's　personality　which　repelled　and　alarmed　Benita；　something
  wild　and　cruel。　She　felt　that　he　was　filled　with　unsatisfied　ambitions
  and　desires；　and　that　to　attain　to　them　he　would　shrink　at　nothing。　In
  a　moment　he　was　speaking　again　in　tones　that　compelled　her　attention。
  〃It　was　a　good　thought　that　brought　me　here　to　look　for　you。　No；　not　a
  thoughtwhat　do　you　call　it？an　instinct。　I　think　your　mind　must
  have　spoken　to　my　mind；　and　called　me　to　save　you。　See　now；　Clifford；
  my　friend；　where　you　have　led　your　daughter。　See；　see！〃　And　he　pointed
  downwards。
  They　leaned　forward　and　stared。　There；　immediately　beneath　them；　was　a
  mighty　gulf　whereof　the　moonlight　did　not　reveal　the　bottom。
  〃You　are　no　good　veld　traveller；　Clifford；　my　friend；　one　more　step　of
  those　silly　beasts；　and　down　below　there　would　have　been　two　red　heaps
  with　bits　of　bones　sticking　out　of　themyes；　there　on　the　rocks　five
  hundred　feet　beneath。　Ah！　you　would　have　slept　soundly　to…night；　both
  of　you。〃
  〃Where　is　the　place？〃　asked　Mr。　Clifford　in　a　dazed　fashion。
  〃Leopard's　Kloof？〃
  〃Yes；　Leopard's　Kloof；　no　other。　You　have　travelled　along　the　top　of
  the　hill；　not　at　the　bottom。　Certainly　that　was　a　good　thought　which
  came　to　me　from　the　lady　your　daughter；　for　she　is　one　of　the　thought
  senders；　I　am　sure。　Ah！　it　came　to　me　suddenly；　it　hit　me　like　a　stick
  whilst　I　was　searching　for　you；　having　found　that　you　had　lo