Benita。　Her　fears　seemed　to　depart　with　the　night；　and　she　said　to　her
  father　that　this　successful　start　was　of　good　augury；　to　which　he　only
  answered　that　he　hoped　so。
  All　that　day　they　rode　forward　in　beautiful　weather；　not　pressing
  their　horses；　for　now　they　were　sure　that　Jacob　Meyer；　who　if　he
  followed　at　all　must　do　so　on　foot；　would　never　be　able　to　overtake
  them。　At　noon　they　halted；　and　having　shot　a　small　buck；　Benita　cooked
  some　of　it　in　the　one　pot　that　they　had　brought　with　them；　and　they
  ate　a　good　meal　of　fresh　meat。
  Riding　on　again；　towards　sundown　they　came　to　another　of　their　old
  camping…places；　also　a　bush…covered　kopje。　Here　the　spring　of　water
  was　more　than　halfway　up　the　hill；　so　there　they　off…saddled　in　a
  green　bower　of　a　place　that　because　of　its　ferns　and　mosses　looked
  like　a　rock　garden。　Now；　although　they　had　enough　cold　meat　for　food；
  they　thought　themselves　quite　safe　in　lighting　a　fire。　Indeed；　this　it
  seemed　necessary　to　do；　since　they　had　struck　the　fresh　spoor　of
  lions；　and　even　caught　sight　of　one　galloping　away　in　the　tall　reeds
  on　the　marshy　land　at　the　foot　of　the　hill。
  That　evening　they　fared　sumptuously　upon　venison；　and　as　on　the
  previous　day　lay　down　to　rest　in　a　little　〃boma〃　or　fence　made　of
  boughs。　But　they　were　not　allowed　to　sleep　well　this　night；　for
  scarcely　had　they　shut　their　eyes　when　a　hyena　began　to　howl　about
  them。　They　shouted　and　the　brute　went　away；　but　an　hour　or　two　later；
  they　heard　ominous　grunting　sounds；　followed　presently　by　a　loud　roar；
  which　was　answered　by　another　roar；　whereat　the　horses　began　to　whinny
  in　a　frightened　fashion。
  〃Lions！〃　said　Mr。　Clifford；　jumping　up　and　throwing　dead　wood　on　the
  fire　till　it　burnt　to　a　bright　blaze。
  After　that　all　sleep　became　impossible；　for　although　the　lions　did　not
  attack　them；　having　once　winded　the　horses　they　would　not　go　away；　but
  continued　wandering　round　the　kopje；　grunting　and　growling。　This　went
  on　till　abut　three　o'clock　in　the　morning；　when　at　last　the　beasts
  took　their　departure；　for　they　heard　them　roaring　in　the　distance。　Now
  that　they　seemed　safe；　having　first　made　up　the　fire；　they　tried　to
  get　some　rest。
  When；　as　it　appeared　to　her；　Benita　had　been　asleep　but　a　little
  while；　she　was　awakened　by　a　new　noise。　It　was　still　dark；　but　the
  starlight　showed　her　that　the　horses　were　quite　quiet；　indeed；　one　of
  them　was　lying　down；　and　the　other　eating　some　green　leaves　from　the
  branches　of　the　tree　to　which　it　was　tethered。　Therefore　that　noise
  had　not　come　from　any　wild　animal　of　which　they　were　afraid。　she
  listened　intently；　and　presently　heard　it　again；　it　was　a　murmur　like
  to　that　of　people　talking　somewhere　at　the　bottom　of　the　hill。　Then
  she　woke　her　father　and　told　him；　but　although　once　or　twice　they
  thought　they　heard　the　sound　of　footsteps；　nothing　else　could　be
  distinguished。　Still　they　rose；　and　having　saddled　and　bridled　the
  horses　as　noiselessly　as　might　be；　waited　for　the　dawn。
  At　last　it　came。　Up　on　the　side　of　the　kopje　they　were　in　clear　air；
  above　which　shone　the　red　lights　of　morning；　but　under　them　lay
  billows　of　dense；　pearl…hued　mist。　By　degrees　this　thinned　beneath　the
  rays　of　the　risen　sun；　and　through　it；　looking　gigantic　in　that　light；
  Benita　saw　a　savage　wrapped　in　a　kaross；　who　was　walking　up　and　down
  and　yawning；　a　great　spear　in　his　hand。
  〃Look；〃　she　whispered；　〃look！〃　and　Mr。　Clifford　stared　down　the　line
  of　her　outstretched　finger。
  〃The　Matabele；〃　he　said。　〃My　God！　the　Matabele！〃
  XV
  THE　CHASE
  The　Matabele　it　was；　sure　enough；　there　could　be　no　doubt　of　it；　for
  soon　three　other　men　joined　the　sentry　and　began　to　talk　with　him；
  pointing　with　their　great　spears　at　the　side　of　the　hill。　Evidently
  they　were　arranging　a　surprise　when　there　was　sufficient　light　to
  carry　it　out。
  〃They　have　seen　our　fire；〃　whispered　her　father　to　Benita；　〃now；　if　we
  wish　to　save　our　lives；　there　is　only　one　thing　to　doride　for　it
  before　they　muster。　The　impi　will　be　camped　upon　the　other　side　of　the
  hill；　so　we　must　take　the　road　we　came　by。〃
  〃That　runs　back　to　Bambatse；〃　faltered　Benita。
  〃Bambatse　is　better　than　the　grave；〃　said　her　father。　〃Pray　Heaven
  that　we　may　get　there。〃
  To　this　argument　there　was　no　answer；　so　having　drunk　a　sup　of　water；
  and　swallowing　a　few　mouthfuls　of　food　as　they　went；　they　crept　to　the
  horses；　mounted　them；　and　as　silently　as　possible　began　to　ride　down
  the　hill。
  The　sentry　was　alone　again；　the　other　three　men　having　departed。　He
  stood　with　his　back　towards　them。　Presently　when　they　were　quite　close
  on　to　him；　he　heard　their　horses'　hoofs　upon　the　grass；　wheeled　round
  at　the　sound；　and　saw　them。　Then　with　a　great　shout　he　lifted　his
  spear　and　charged。
  Mr。　Clifford；　who　was　leading；　held　out　his　rifle　at　arm's　lengthto
  raise　it　to　his　shoulder　he　had　no　timeand　pulled　the　trigger。
  Benita　heard　the　bullet　clap　upon　the　hide　shield；　and　next　instant
  saw　the　Matabele　warrior　lying　on　his　back；　beating　the　air　with　his
  hands　and　feet。　Also；　she　saw　beyond　the　shoulder　of　the　kopje；　which
  they　were　rounding；　hundreds　of　men　marching；　and　behind　them　a　herd
  of　cattle；　the　dim　light　gleaming　upon　the　stabbing　spears　and　on　the
  horns　of　the　oxen。　She　glanced　to　the　right；　and　there　were　more　men。
  The　two　wings　of　the　impi　were　closing　upon　them。　Only　a　little　lane
  was　left　in　the　middle。　They　must　get　through　before　it　shut。
  〃Come；〃　she　gasped；　striking　the　horse　with　her　heel　and　the　butt　of
  her　gun；　and　jerking　at　its　mouth。
  Her　father　saw　also；　and　did　likewise；　so　that　the　beasts　broke　into　a
  gallop。　Now　from　the　point　of　each　wing　sprang　out　thin　lines　of　men；
  looking　like　great　horns；　or　nippers；　whose　business　it　was　to　meet
  and　cut　them　off。　Could　they　pass　between　them　before　they　did　meet？
  That　was　the　question；　and　upon　its　answer　it　depended　whether　or　no
  they　had　another　three　minutes　to　live。　To　think　of　mercy　at　the　hands
  of　these　bloodthirsty　brutes；　after　they　had　just　killed　one　of　their
  number　before　their　eyes；　was　absurd。　It　was　true　he　had　been　shot　in
  self…defence；　but　what　count　would　savages　take　of　that；　or　of　the
  fact　that　they　were　but　harmless　travellers？　White　people　were　not
  very　popular　with　the　Matabele　just　then；　as　they　knew　well；　also；
  their　murder　in　this　remote　place；　with　not　another　of　their　race
  within　a　couple　of　hundred　miles；　would　never　even　be　reported；　and
  much　less　avenged。　It　was　as　safe　as　any　crime　could　possibly　be。
  All　this　passed　through　their　minds　as　they　galloped　towards　those
  closing　points。　Oh！　the　horror　of　it！　But　two　hundred　yards　to　cover；
  and　their　fate　would　be　decided。　Either　they　would　have　escaped　at
  least　for　a　while；　or　time　would　be　done　with　them；　or；　a　third
  alternative；　they　might　be　taken　prisoners；　in　all　probability　a　yet
  more　dreadful　doom。　Even　then　Benita　determined　that　if　she　could　help
  it　this　should　not　befall　her。　She　had　the　rifle　and　the　revolver　that
  Jacob　Meyer　had　given　her。　Surely　she　would　be　able　to　find　a　moment
  to　use　one　or　the　other　upon　herself。　She　clenched　her　teeth；　and
  struck　the　horse　again　and　again；　so　that　now　they　flew　along。　The
  Matabele　soldiers　were　running　their　best　to　catch　them；　and　if　these
  had　been　given　but　five　seconds　of　start；　caught　they　must　have　been。
  But　that　short　five　seconds　saved　their　lives。
  When　they　rushed　through　them　the　foremost　men　of　the　nippers　were　not
  more　than　twenty　yards　apart。　Seeing　that　they　had　passed；　these
  halted　and　hurled　a　shower　of　spears　after　them。　One　flashed　by
  Benita's　cheek；　a　line　of　light；　she　felt　the　wind　of　it。　Another　cut
  her　dress；　and　a　third　struck　her　father's　horse　in　the　near　hind　leg
  just　above　the　knee…joint；　remaining　fast　there　for　a　stride　or　two；
  and　then　falling　to　the　ground。　At　first　the　beast　did　not　seem　to　be
  incommoded　by　this　wound；　indeed；　it　only　caused　it　to　gallop　quicker；
  and　Benita　rejoiced；　thinking　that　it　was　but　a　scratch。　Then　she
  forgot　about　it；　for　some　of　the　Matabele；　who　had　guns；　began　to
  shoot　them；　and　although　their　marksmanship　was　vile；　one　or　two　of
  the　bullets　went　nearer　than　was　pleasant。　Lastly　a　man；　the　swiftest
  runner　of　them　all；　shouted　after　them　in　Zulu：
  〃The　horse　is　wounded。　We　will　catch　you　both　before　the　sun　sets。〃
  Then　they　passed　over　the　crest　of　a　rise　and　lost　sight　of　them　for　a
  while。
  〃Thank　God！〃　gasped　Benita　when　they　were　alone　again　in　the　silent
  veld；　but　Mr。　Clifford　shook　his　head。
  〃Do　you　think　they　will　follow　us？〃　she　asked。
  〃You　heard　what　the　fellow　said；〃　he　answered　evasively。　〃Doubtless
  they　are　on　their　way　to　attack　Bambatse；　and　have　been　round　to
  destroy　some　other　wretched　tribe；　and　steal　the　cattle　which　we　saw。
  Yes；　I　fear　that　they　will　follow。　The　question　is；　which　of　us　can
  get　to　Bambatse　first。〃
  〃Surely