was one the peril of which
it was impossible to exaggerate. Here he lay, imperfectly concealed,
within a few yards of at least a hundred barbarians, excited to the most
frenzied pitch of ferocity. The fruit garden, which might have covered
half an acre, was fenced on the farther side by high, thick quince
hedges, through which it would be impossible to make his way
noiselessly, if at all; otherwise the idea came to him of attempting
flight through the back of the garden while the attention of the Kaffirs
was occupied with their barbarous dance. On this side only, that which
was bounded by the stone wall, was exit possible, which would mean
walking out right into the teeth of his enemies. It was not to be
thought of. He was securely trapped--cornered like a snared leopard.
Well, he would die like one, fighting to the last. But this resolve
afforded not much consolation. We doubt if it ever does.

With an eye to render his precarious position more secure if possible,
he gazed warily around. At the end of the sod wall where it joined the
quince hedge, he thought the ditch might be deeper, the long grass or
other undergrowth thicker. The lay of the ground seemed to point that
way. But how to get to it?

Again raising his head to a level with the grass-tufts, he sent a quick,
rapid look at the Kaffirs. They were at the very height of their
ferocious orgie, and the wild roaring chorus, together with the crash
and crackle of the flames, made such a hellish din, that they would have
no ears for any sound he might make. So, keeping below the level of the
top of the wall, he crept along the ditch.

His hands were lacerated with many thorns, and the pain was
excruciating, yet he dared not pause. Any moment the fit might seize
upon his enemies to enter the garden. His hopes were to some degree
realised. The end of the ditch did afford a greater depression, and its
sides were grown with tall grass and brambles. Here, in the corner, he
ensconced himself, lying flat to the ground and drawing the undergrowth
over him; the while, however, reserving as much freedom for his hands as
possible.

Now into Roden's heart, to inspire him with renewed hope, came two
considerations. One was the possibility of rescue. Such a
conflagration as this would show for a great distance, and would
certainly attract attention, and possibly a strong patrol. The other
consideration was a superstitious one. That voice--that marvellousl