ession of fierce-looking, savage warriors, with spears and
knobkerries, who between them half dragged, half carried a young woman
and an elderly man.

They advanced. They passed within a few feet of her, and observing
the condition of the woman and the man, she saw that these must be led
because for a certain reason they could not see where to go,--oh! never
mind what she saw.

The procession reached the edge of the rock where the railing was, only
now the railing had gone like the house. Then for the first time Dorcas
heard, for hitherto all had seemed to happen in silence.

"Die, _Umtakati!_ Die, you wizard, as the King commands, and feed the
river-dwellers," said a deep voice.

There followed a struggle, a horrible twisting of shapes, and the
elderly man vanished over the cliff, while a moment later from below
came the noise of a great splash.

Next the girl was haled forward, and the words of doom were repeated.
She seemed to break from her murderers and stagger to the edge of the
precipice, crying out:

"O Father, I come!"

Then, with one blood-curdling shriek, she vanished also, and again
there followed the sound of a great splash that slowly echoed itself to
silence.

All had passed away, leaving Dorcas paralysed with terror, and wet with
its dew, so that her night-gear clung to her body. The room was just
as it had been, filled with the soft moonlight and looking very
comfortable.

"Thomas!" gasped his wife, "wake up."

"I _am_ awake," he answered in his deep voice, which shook a little. "I
have had a bad dream."

"What did you dream? Did you see two people thrown from the cliff?"

"Something of that sort."

"Oh! Thomas, Thomas, I have been in hell. This place is haunted. Don't
talk to me of dreams. Tabitha will have seen and heard too. She will be
driven mad. Come to her."

"I think not," answered Thomas.

Still he came.

At the door of Tabitha's room they found the woman Ivana, wide-eyed,
solemn, silent.

"Have you seen or heard anything, Ivana?" asked Thomas.

"Yes, Teacher," she answered, "I have seen what I expected to see and
heard what I expected to hear on this night of full moon, but I am
guarded and do not fear."

"The child! The child!" said Dorcas.

"The _Inkosikazi_ Imba sleeps. Disturb her not."

Taking no heed, they thrust past her into the room. There on her little
white bed lay Tabitha fast asleep, and looking like an angel in her
sleep, for a sweet smile played