with a deepening interest. Wyndham, his face
now stern and set, was giving all his attention to his driving.
Fullerton was cursing his own idiocy at having left his revolver behind.

"It was foolish of you, Dick," said Clare tranquilly. "But--I brought
it for you."

"You? You brought it?"

"Yes," and diving down among some bundles under the seat, as calmly as
though she were looking for a mere pocket-handkerchief, she pulled up a
small travelling-bag, producing thence two revolvers and two boxes of
cartridges.

"Clare, you're a jewel of a girl," pronounced the astonished Fullerton,
as he took the weapon she handed him. "But what's the other?
Wyndham's?"

"No. It's mine," calmly loading it.

"Yours? That's no lady's toy anyhow. Why where on earth did you get
it?"

"Mr Lamont gave it me--when he came to see us to say good-bye."

"Lamont gave it you! Good Lord! But--why?"

"He knew there was going to be a rising, and said it might come in
useful."

"He knew--Well, I think he might have given some of us the benefit of
his knowledge."

"He did. He gave it to some, who hardly believed him, and to me--who
did. I passed on the benefit of it to you, but you wouldn't profit by
it until too late. So here we are."

"Do you mean to tell me, Clare, that the real reason you wanted me to
take you into Buluwayo was because Lamont told you there was going to be
a rising?"

Clare nodded.

"That's right, Dick. If I had told you the real reason you'd only have
pronounced it one of `Lamont's scares'--just as the others did--and
refused to move. As it is you've put off the said move too long."

"Good Lord! You take my breath away!"

"I'll take it away still more directly," she said tranquilly. "What do
you think of Mr Lamont having saved the whole of Gandela from being
massacred on the day of the race meeting?"

"Oh come, now, that's a little too fat!" answered Fullerton, yet not so
incredulously as he would have answered, say that morning.

"Well, he did." And then she told the whole story.

"I'm hanged if it doesn't sound probable," said Wyndham. "Heavens! if
only they'd rushed us that day. Oh, it won't bear thinking about."

"Sounds probable," repeated Clare. "It's more than probable--it's true.
I fell in with Mr Lamont up on Ehlatini the next morning, and he
showed me all the tracks made by the impi. I picked up a couple of
cow-tail armlets--or leglets--which they'd dropped, just like the o