get　to　Bambatse　first。〃
  〃Surely　we　ought　to　on　the　horses；　father。〃
  〃Yes；　if　nothing　happens　to　them；〃　and　as　he　spoke　the　words　the　mare
  which　he　was　riding　dropped　sharply　upon　her　hind　leg；　the　same　that
  had　been　struck　with　the　spear；　then　recovered　herself　and　galloped
  on。
  〃Did　you　see　that？〃　he　asked。
  She　nodded；　then　said：
  〃Shall　we　get　off　and　look　at　the　cut？〃
  〃Certainly　not；〃　he　answered。　〃Our　only　chance　is　to　keep　her　moving；
  if　once　the　wound　stiffens；　there's　an　end。　The　sinew　cannot　have　been
  severed；　or　it　would　have　come　before　now。〃
  So　they　pushed　on。
  All　that　morning　did　they　canter　forward　wherever　the　ground　was
  smooth　enough　to　allow　them　to　do　so；　and　notwithstanding　the
  increasing　lameness　of　Mr。　Clifford's　mare；　made　such　good　progress
  that　by　midday　they　reached　the　place　where　they　had　passed　the　first
  night　after　leaving　Bambatse。　Here　sheer　fatigue　and　want　of　water
  forced　them　to　stop　a　little　while。　They　dismounted　and　drank　greedily
  from　the　spring；　after　which　they　allowed　the　horses　to　drink　also；
  indeed　it　was　impossible　to　keep　them　away　from　the　water。　Then　they
  ate　a　little；　not　because　they　desired　food；　but　to　keep　up　their
  strength；　and　while　they　did　so　examined　the　mare。　By　now　her　hind　leg
  was　much　swollen；　and　blood　still　ran　from　the　gash　made　by　the
  assegai。　Moreover；　the　limb　was　drawn　up　so　that　the　point　of　the　hoof
  only　rested　on　the　ground。
  〃We　must　get　on　before　it　sets　fast；〃　said　Mr。　Clifford；　and　they
  mounted　again。
  Great　heavens！　what　was　this？　The　mare　would　not　stir。　In　his　despair
  Mr。　Clifford　beat　it　cruelly；　whereupon　the　poor　brute　hobbled　forward
  a　few　paces　on　three　legs；　and　again　came　to　a　standstill。　Either　an
  injured　sinew　had　given　or　the　inflammation　was　now　so　intense　that　it
  could　not　bend　its　knee。　Understanding　what　this　meant　to　them；
  Benita's　nerve　gave　out　at　last；　and　she　burst　into　weeping。
  〃Don't　cry；　love；〃　he　said。　〃God's　will　be　done。　Perhaps　they　have
  given　up　the　hunt　by　now；　at　any　rate；　my　legs　are　left；　and　Bambatse
  is　not　more　than　sixteen　miles　away。　Forward　now；〃　and　holding　to　her
  saddle…strap　they　went　up　the　long；　long　slope　which　led　to　the　poort
  in　the　hills　around　Bambatse。
  They　would　have　liked　to　shoot　the　mare；　but　being　afraid　to　fire　a
  rifle；　could　not　do　so。　So　they　left　the　unhappy　beast　to　its　fate；
  and　with　it　everything　it　carried；　except　a　few　of　the　cartridges。
  Before　they　went；　however；　at　Benita's　prayer；　her　father　devoted　a
  few　seconds　to　unbuckling　the　girths　and　pulling　off　the　bridle；　so
  that　it　might　have　a　chance　of　life。　For　a　little　way　it　hobbled　after
  them　on　three　legs；　then；　the　saddle　still　upon　its　back；　stood
  whinnying　piteously；　till　at　last；　to　Benita's　intense　relief；　a　turn
  in　their　path　hid　it　from　their　sight。
  Half　a　mile　further　on　she　looked　round　in　the　faint　hope　that　it
  might　have　recovered　itself　and　followed。　But　no　mare　was　to　be　seen。
  Something　else　was　to　be　seen；　however；　for　there；　three　or　four　miles
  away　upon　the　plain　behind　them；　easy　to　be　distinguished　in　that
  dazzling　air；　were　a　number　of　black　spots　that　occasionally　seemed　to
  sparkle。
  〃What　are　they？〃　she　asked　faintly；　as　one　who　feared　the　answer。
  〃The　Matabele　who　follow　us；〃　answered　her　father；　〃or　rather　a
  company　of　their　swiftest　runners。　It　is　their　spears　that　glitter　so。
  Now；　my　love；　this　is　the　position；〃　he　went　on；　as　they　struggled
  forward：　〃those　men　will　catch　us　before　ever　we　can　get　to　Bambatse；
  they　are　trained　to　run　like　that；　for　fifty　miles；　if　need　be。　But
  with　this　start　they　cannot　catch　your　horse；　you　must　go　on　and　leave
  me　to　look　after　myself。〃
  〃Never；　never！〃　she　exclaimed。
  〃But　you　shall；　and　you　must。　I　am　your　father　and　I　order　you。　As　for
  me；　what　does　it　matter？　I　may　hide　from　them　and　escape；　orat　least
  I　am　old；　my　life　is　done；　whereas　yours　is　before　you。　Now；　good…bye；
  and　go　on；〃　and　he　let　go　of　the　saddle…strap。
  By　way　of　answer　Benita　pulled　up　the　horse。
  〃Not　one　yard；〃　she　said；　setting　her　mouth。
  Then　he　began　to　storm　at　her；　calling　her　disobedient；　and　undutiful；
  and　when　this　means　failed　to　move　her；　to　implore　her　almost　with
  tears。
  〃Father；　dear；〃　she　said；　leaning　down　towards　him　as　he　walked；　for
  now　they　were　going　on　again；　〃I　told　you　why　I　wanted　to　run　away
  from　Bambatse；　didn't　I？because　I　would　rather　risk　my　life　than
  stay。　Well；　do　you　think　that　I　wish　to　return　there　and　live　in　that
  place　alone　with　Jacob　Meyer？　Also；　I　will　tell　you　another　thing。　You
  remember　about　Mr。　Seymour？　Well；　I　can't　get　over　that；　I　can't　get
  over　it　at　all；　and　therefore；　although　of　course　I　am　afraid；　it　is
  all　one　to　me。　No；　we　will　escape　together；　or　die　together；　the　first
  if　we　can。〃
  Then　with　a　groan　he　gave　up　the　argument；　and　as　he　found　breath　they
  discussed　their　chances。　Their　first　idea　was　to　hide；　but　save　for　a
  few　trees　all　the　country　was　open；　there　was　no　place　to　cover　them。
  They　thought　of　the　banks　of　the　Zambesi；　but　between　them　and　the
  river　rose　a　bare；　rock…strewn　hill　with　several　miles　of　slope。　Long
  before　they　could　reach　its　crest；　even　if　a　horse　were　able　to　travel
  there；　they　must　be　overtaken。　In　short；　there　was　nothing　to　do
  except　to　push　for　the　nek；　and　if　they　were　fortunate　enough　to　reach
  it　before　the　Matabele；　to　abandon　the　horse　there　and　try　to　conceal
  themselves　among　the　ruins　of　the　houses　beyond。　This；　perhaps；　they
  might　do　when　once　the　sun　was　down。
  But　they　did　not　deceive　themselves；　the　chances　were　at　least　fifty
  to　one　against　them；　unless　indeed　their　pursuers　grew　weary　and　let
  them　go。
  At　present；　however；　they　were　by　no　means　weary；　for　having　perceived
  them　from　far　away；　the　long…legged　runners　put　on　the　pace；　and　the
  distance　between　them　and　their　quarry　was　lessening。
  〃Father；〃　said　Benita；　〃please　understand　one　thing。　I　do　not　mean　to
  be　taken　alive　by　those　savages。〃
  〃Oh！　how　can　I〃　he　faltered。
  〃I　don't　ask　you；〃　she　answered。　〃I　will　see　to　that　myself。　Only；　if
  I　should　make　any　mistake〃　and　she　looked　at　him。
  The　old　man　was　getting　very　tired。　He　panted　up　the　steep　hillside；
  and　stumbled　against　the　stones。　Benita　noted　it；　and　slipping　from
  the　horse；　made　him　mount　while　she　ran　alongside。　Then　when　he　was　a
  little　rested　they　changed　places　again；　and　so　covered　several　miles
  of　country。　Subsequently；　when　both　of　them　were　nearly　exhausted；
  they　tried　riding　togethershe　in　front　and　he　behind；　for　their
  baggage　had　long　since　been　thrown　away。　But　the　weary　beast　could　not
  carry　this　double　burden；　and　after　a　few　hundred　yards　of　it；
  stumbled；　fell；　struggled　to　its　feet　again；　and　stopped。
  So　once　more　they　were　obliged　to　ride　and　walk　alternately。
  Now　there　was　not　much　more　than　an　hour　of　daylight　left；　and　the
  narrow　pass　lay　about　three　miles　ahead　of　them。　That　dreadful　three
  miles；　ever　thereafter　it　was　Benita's　favourite　nightmare！　At　the
  beginning　of　it　the　leading　Matabele　were　about　two　thousand　yards
  behind　them；　half…way；　about　a　thousand；　and　at　the　commencement　of
  the　last　mile；　say　five　hundred。
  Nature　is　a　wonderful　thing；　and　great　are　its　resources　in　extremity。
  As　the　actual　crisis　approached；　the　weariness　of　these　two　seemed　to
  depart；　or　at　any　rate　it　was　forgotten。　They　no　longer　felt
  exhausted；　nor；　had　they　been　fresh　from　their　beds；　could　they　have
  climbed　or　run　better。　Even　the　horse　seemed　to　find　new　energy；　and
  when　it　lagged　Mr。　Clifford　dug　the　point　of　his　hunting　knife　into
  its　flank。　Gasping；　panting；　now　one　mounted　and　now　the　other；　they
  struggled　on　towards　that　crest　of　rock；　while　behind　them　came　death
  in　the　shape　of　those　sleuth…hounds　of　Matabele。　The　sun　was　going
  down；　and　against　its　flaming　ball；　when　they　glanced　back　they　could
  see　their　dark　forms　outlined；　the　broad　spears　also　looked　red　as
  though　they　had　been　dipped　in　blood。　They　could　even　hear　their
  taunting　shouts　as　they　called　to　them　to　sit　down　and　be　killed；　and
  save　trouble。
  Now　they　were　not　three　hundred　yards　away；　and　the　crest　of　the　pass
  was　still　half　a　mile　ahead。　Five　minutes　passed；　and　here；　where　the
  track　was　very　rough；　the　horse　blundered　upwards　slowly。　Mr。　Clifford
  was　riding　at　the　time；　and　Benita　running　at　his　side；　holding　to　the
  stirrup　leather。　She　looked　behind　her。　The　savages；　fearing　that
  their　victims　might　find　shelter　over　the　hill；　were　making　a　rush；
  and　the　horse　could　go　no　faster。　One　man；　a　great　tall　fellow；　quite
  out…distanced　his　companions。　Two　minutes　more　and　he　was　not　over　a
  hundred　paces　from　them；　a　little　nearer　than　they　were　to　the　top　of
  the　pass。　Then　the　horse　stopped　and　refused　to　stir　any　more。
  Mr。　Clifford　jumped　from　the　saddle；　and　Benita；　who　could　not　speak；