armed with a Winchester repeater rifle, was considerably
more formidable than she looked, and it was the reverse of likely that
any attack would be made until Grenville had been finally disposed of.

Leigh and his faithful friend had accordingly lain in wait all evening,
a quarter of a mile from the town, at the unusual quiet of which they
wondered, and had of course seen nothing, and returned to the plateau
broken-hearted, late at night, only to find Miss Winfield nearly
distracted, and to receive the dreadful news that Rose was missing.

The girl had stolen quietly away, leaving behind her the package of
valuables, on which was written in pencil, in a school-girl's hand, "For
dear Dick, with Rose's last and dearest wishes."

The poor girl's infatuation for his cousin was already known to Leigh,
through the medium of his betrothed, and he now quite broke down; his
sorrow, however, was nothing to the lamentations of the warlike Zulu at
this fresh and overpowering calamity. "Ow! my little sister," he cried,
"why host thou left thy brother? Thou wast to me the chiefest among ten
thousand friends? Alas, alas, for the lovely flower of Utah!"

Slipping down the rock, Amaxosa quickly followed the young girl's
tracks, and soon ran out of sight, only to return shortly after with the
news that she had evidently taken the quagga, and ridden off at speed
towards the far west.

The perceptions of this sweet little woman had been keener than the
affectionate cousin's, keener than the crafty Zulu warrior's; all her
faculties had been sharpened by intense and self-denying love, and
instinctively guessing that the Mormon burial-ground would also form the
place of execution, thither she had driven her strange mount as fast as
she could ride him, arriving, as we have seen, just in the nick of time
to save Grenville's life for the moment, at the cost of her own.

Quite at a loss to understand what object Rose could have had in taking
the direction she had done, the party prepared to spend a wretched
night, and just before midnight Amaxosa pointed out to Grenville that
the Mormon city, which had lain in utter darkness all evening, was
brilliantly lighted up, and very shortly a merry peal of bells came
floating like music across the veldt, carrying woe and weeping to our
friends, for they realised that this was a paean of triumph over their
own departed comrade, and probably also over the capture of poor little
Rose.

Early in the