morning--in fact, by grey dawn--the Zulu was down the rock,
building an enormously thick zareba of thorn-bushes, to be fixed on top
of the plateau to constitute an additional, and by no means despicable,
defence.

The day passed in anxious watching, and in attempts to make shells as
suggested by Grenville, and that night Amaxosa actually again entered
the Mormon town, and, keeping practically under water all the time,
learned the whole crushing story of the disaster to both the friends he
loved.

There was now nothing left, he said, but to revenge them, and on
regaining the plateau, he was, along with Leigh and Dora Winfield,
discussing what best to do next, when suddenly casting his eyes into the
darkness by his side, the courageous Zulu, to Leigh's utter astonishment
and consternation, uttered a frightful yell and rushed away to hide in
the sleeping cave, whilst at that instant his beloved and lamented
cousin Grenville calmly strode into the firelight, with the body of Rose
in his arms, and, placing his precious burden tenderly on the rock,
turned and offered Leigh his hand; but the other, with a stifled
exclamation of joy, threw himself on Grenville's neck, whilst Miss
Winfield sobbed on his shoulder, and Amaxosa, who had recovered his
equanimity, timidly grasped the outstretched hand of "his father," and
finding, as he said, that it was indeed the great white chief himself,
and no spook--for he had a great objection to spooks (ghosts)--he fairly
danced a war-dance, only moderating his exuberance to utter further
laments over the body of poor Rose.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

RETRIBUTION.

Grenville was so obviously suffering from hunger, fatigue, and exposure,
that his friends, eager as they were to question him, forebore, for his
appearance was such--especially the corpse-like hue of his face--that
Amaxosa might well be excused from being startled into believing him a
ghost. Finishing the welcome food placed before him, Grenville went to
sleep with the last morsel between his teeth, and would have fallen
forward into the fire had the watchful Zulu not interposed his ready
arm.

And now, with their hero amongst them, it was astonishing what a change
had come over the little party. All were once again positively
cheerful, in spite of the depressing effect produced by the sight of
poor little Rose's body, which had been laid by itself in one of the
caves.

The mere fact that Grenville's active and energetic p