ern escaped Eustace. For the chief
named had evinced a marked hostility towards himself during his recent
captivity; indeed, this man's influence had more than once almost turned
the scale in favour of his death. No wonder he felt anxious.

Eanswyth had gone into the house to put a few things together, having,
with an effort, overcome her reluctance to let him out of her sight
during the few minutes required for inspanning. Now she reappeared. "I
am ready, Eustace," she said.

He helped her to her seat and was beside her in a moment.

"Let go, Josane!" he cried. And the Kafir, standing away from the
horses' heads, uttered a sonorous farewell.

"What will become of him, dear?" said Eanswyth, as they started off at a
brisk pace.

"He is going to stay here and try and save the house. I'm afraid he
won't be able to, though. They are bound to burn it along with the
others. And now take the reins a moment, dearest. I left my horse
hitched up somewhere here, because I wanted to come upon you unawares.
I'll just take off the saddle and tie it on behind."

"But what about the horse? Why not take him with us?"

"Josane will look after him. I won't take him along now, because--well,
it's just on the cards we might have to make a push for it, and a led
horse is a nuisance. Ah--there he is," as a low whinnying was heard on
their left front and duly responded to by the pair in harness.

In less than two minutes he had the saddle secured at the back of the
buggy and was beside her again. It is to be feared Eustace drove very
badly that night. Had the inquiry been made, candour would have
compelled him to admit that he had never driven so badly in his life.

Eanswyth, for her part, was quite overcome with the thrilling,
intoxicating happiness of the hour. But what an hour! They were
fleeing through the night--fleeing for their lives--their way lighted by
the terrible signal beacons of the savage foe--by the glare of flaming
homesteads fired by his ravaging and vengeful hand. But then, he who
was dead is alive again, and is beside her--they two fleeing together
through the night.

"Darling," she whispered at last, nestling up closer to him. "Why did
they try to kill me by telling me you were dead?"

"They had every reason to suppose so. Now, what do you think stood
between me and certain death?"

"What?"

"Your love--not once, but twice. The silver box. See. Here it is,
where it has ever been--over