“Then it was that the body rolled over toward him; then it was that he saw the whitened face and the black breast beneath.  Ah! lady, you should have heard his oaths and his yell of rage as he scrambled down the rocks towards me.

“‘What think you of your bride?’ I asked him as he came, for I knew that I must die and did not care how soon.

“‘This is your trick, witch,’ he gasped, ‘and now I will kill you.’

“‘Kill on, butcher,’ I answered, ’at least I shall die happy, having beaten you at last.’

“‘No, not yet,’ he said presently, ’for if you grow silent, how shall I learn where you have hidden Suzanne Botmar?’

“‘Suzanne Kenzie, wife of the Englishman, butcher,’ I answered again.

“‘Also,’ he went on, grinding his teeth, ’I desire that you should die slowly.’  Then he called some of his men, and they carried me in a kaross to this place.  Here by the river he lashed me to the stone, and, knowing that already, from loss of blood and lack of drink, I was in the agonies of thirst, he tormented me by holding water to my lips and snatching it away.

“All day long, lying in the burning sun, have I suffered thus, waiting for death to heal my pain.  But in vain did he torture and question, for not one word could he wring from my lips as to where he should seek for the lady Swallow.  He thought that she was hidden somewhere on the mountain, and sent men to search for her till they grew tired and ran away to steal the cattle; he never guessed that disguised as a black woman she had passed beneath his very eyes.

“Yet this was so, for I, Sihamba, know it from the talk I overheard between Bull-Head and one of his servants, who had held her awhile wishing to take her for a wife.[*] Yes, she passed beneath his eyes and escaped him, and I—­I have won the game.”

[*] In after days, when there was talk far and wide of the wonderful escape of my daughter Suzanne, disguised as a Kaffir woman, the man who had sought to take her captive told the story of the white mark which his grip left upon her arm.  He said, indeed, that both he and Bull-Head saw the mark when she was at a little distance from them, but believing it to be an ivory ring they took no heed.

Now the effects of the water, which for a little while had given new life to Sihamba, began to pass off, and she grew weak and silent.  Presently I saw Ralph returning down the steep cleft, and with him Jan, and went to meet them.

“It is finished,” Ralph said, looking at me with quiet eyes.

“I know it,” I answered, “but, son, there is still work to do if you want to save your wife——­” and I told him what I had learned.

“The schimmel,” he exclaimed, growing pale to the lips, “where is the schimmel?” and he turned to seek him.

“No, no,” I said, “let Jan fetch the horse.  Come you to Sihamba, that she may show you the path before she dies.”