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more than he could pierce； and the whole door…frame began to be dragged
outwards。
〃Now； Marie； be ready；〃 I gasped； lifting the pistol。
〃Oh； Christ receive me！〃 she answered faintly。 〃It won't hurt much；
will it； Allan？〃
〃You will never feel anything；〃 I whispered； as with the cold sweat
pouring from me I placed the muzzle within an inch of her forehead and
began to press the trigger。 My God！ yes； I actually began to press the
trigger softly and steadily； for I wished to make no mistake。
It was at this very moment； above the dreadful turmoil of the roaring
flames； the yells of the savages and the shrieks and groans of wounded
and dying men； that I heard the sweetest sound which ever fell upon my
earsthe sound of shots being fired； many shots； and quite close by。
〃Great Heaven！〃 I screamed； 〃the Boers are here to save us。 Marie； I
will hold the door while I can。 If I fall； scramble through the
windowyou can do it from the chest beneathdrop to the ground； and
run towards the firing。 There's a chance for you yet； a good chance。〃
〃And you； you；〃 she moaned。 〃I would rather die with you。〃
〃Do what I bid you；〃 I answered savagely； and bounded forward towards
the rocking door。
It was falling outward； it fell； and on the top of it appeared two great
savages waving broad spears。 I lifted the pistol； and the bullet that
had been meant for Marie's brain scattered that of the first of them；
and the bullet which had been meant for my heart pierced that of the
second。 They both went down dead； there in the doorway。
I snatched up one of their spears and glanced behind me。 Marie was
climbing on to the chest； I could just see her through the thickening
smoke。 Another Quabie rushed on。 Hans and I received him on the points
of our assegais； but so fierce was his charge that they went through him
as though he were nothing； and being but light； both of us were thrown
backwards to the ground。 I scrambled to my feet again； defenceless now；
for the spear was broken in the Kaffir； and awaited the end。 Looking
back once more I saw that Marie had either failed to get through the
window or abandoned the attempt。 At any rate she was standing near the
chest supporting herself by her right hand。 In my despair I seized the
blade end of the broken assegai and dragged it from the body of the
Kaffir； thinking that it would serve to kill her； then turned to do the
deed。
But even as I turned I heard a voice that I knew well shout： 〃Do you
live； Marie？〃 and in the doorway appeared no savage； but Henri Marais。
Slowly I backed before him； for I could not speak； and the last dreadful
effort of my will seemed to thrust me towards Marie。 I reached her and
threw my hand that still held the gory blade round her neck。 Then as
darkness came over me I heard her cry：
〃Don't shoot； father。 It is Allan； Allan who has saved my life！〃
After that I remember no more。 Nor did she for a while； for we both
fell to the ground senseless。
When my senses returned to me I found myself lying on the floor of the
wagon…house in the back yard。 Glancing from my half…opened eyes； for I
was still speechless； I saw Marie； white as a sheet； her hair all
falling about her dishevelled dress。 She was seated on one of those
boxes that we put on the front of wagons to drive from； 〃voorkissies〃
they are called； and as her eyes were watching me I knew that she lived。
By her stood a tall and dark young man whom I had never seen before。
He was holding her hand and looking at her anxiously； and even then I
felt angry with him。 Also I saw other things； for instance； my old
father leaning down and looking at _me_ anxiously； and outside in the
yard； for there were no doors to the wagon…house； a number of men with
guns in their hands； some of whom I knew and others who were strangers。
In the shadow； too； against the wall； stood my blood mare with her head
hanging down and trembling all over。 Not far from her the roan lay upon
the ground； its flank quite red。
I tried to rise and could not； then feeling pain in my left thigh；
looked and saw that it was red also。 As a matter of fact an assegai had
gone half through it and hit upon the bone。 Although I never felt it at
the time； this wound was dealt to me by that great Quabie whom Hans and
I had received upon our spears； doubtless as he fell。 Hans； by the way；
was there also； an awful and yet a ludicrous spectacle； for the Quabie
had fallen right on the top of him and lain so with results that may； be
imagined。 There he sat upon the ground； looking upwards； gasping with
his fish…like mouth。 Each gasp； I remember； fashioned itself into the
word 〃Allemachte！〃 that is 〃Almighty；〃 a favourite Dutch expression。
Marie was the first to perceive that I had come to life again。 Shaking
herself free from the clasp of the young man； she staggered towards me
and fell upon her knees at my side； muttering words that I could not
catch； for they choked in her throat。 Then Hans took in the situation；
and wriggling his unpleasant self to my other side； lifted my hand and
kissed it。 Next my father spoke； saying：
〃Praise be to God； he lives！ Allan； my son； I am proud of you； you have
done your duty as an Englishman should。〃
〃Had to save my own skin if I could； thank you； father；〃 I muttered。
〃Why as an Englishman more than any other sort of man； Mynheer
Predicant？〃 asked the tall stranger； speaking in Dutch； although he
evidently understood our language。
〃The point is one that I will not argue now； sir；〃 answered my father；
drawing himself up。 〃But if what I hear is true； there was a Frenchman
in that house who did not do his duty； and if you belong to the same
nation； I apologise to you。〃
〃Thank you； sir； as it happens； I do； half。 The rest of me is
Portuguese； not English； thank God。〃
〃God is thanked for many things that must surprise Him；〃 replied my
father in a suave voice。
At that moment this rather disagreeable conversation； which even then
both angered and amused me faintly； came to an end； for the Heer Marais
entered the place。
As might have been expected in so excitable a man； he was in a terrible
state of agitation。 Thankfulness at the escape of his only； beloved
child； rage with the Kaffirs who had tried to kill her； and extreme
distress at the loss of most of his propertyall these conflicting
emotions boiled together in his breast like antagonistic elements in a
crucible。
The resulting fumes were parti…coloured and overpowering。 He rushed up
to me； blessed and thanked me （for he had learnt something of the story
of the defence）； called me a young hero and so forth； hoping that God
would reward me。 Here I may remark that _he_ never did； poor man。 Then
he began to rave at Leblanc； who had brought all this dreadful disaster
upon his house； saying that it was a judgement on himself for having
sheltered an atheist and a dru