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these are wearing."

"By Jove!"

There was silence after that Wyndham was anxious to get his team through
a narrowing sort of point ahead, where the ground rose abruptly to an
overhanging portal on either side, and where rocks and stones, shadowed
by wild fig-trees, would afford dangerous cover to the enemy were he to
arrive there first, even though apparently without firearms. Under the
double incentive of whip and voice the mules seemed to have forgotten
their fatigue and were pulling out manfully. But to her
brother-in-law's suggestion, that she should give up the front seat to
him and come in at the back, Clare returned a flat refusal.

"I want to see this," she said, "and see it well. You can put up the
side sail and see it from there."

"But that'll expose Lucy," he fumed.

"No, it won't. You'll be in front of her. And they haven't got guns."

There was no help for it. Wyndham pleaded, but to him too she returned
a deaf ear. She sat there--calm, cool, collected, fingering her weapon,
and a determined and dangerous look of battle in her eyes.

But pull the mules never so heartily the fleet-footed savages kept the
pace, and kept it well. Half the police would gallop forward to check
their advance with a volley, but as soon as ever they reined in their
horses--lo, there was nobody in sight to fire a volley at. And then it
became evident that the foe had divided, and that these human wolves
were hunting their prey on both sides of the road.

"_I--ji--jji! Ijji--jji! Ha! Ha_!"

The vibrating, humming hiss--it must be remembered that the vowel is
sounded as in every other language under the sun but the English--the
deep-chested, ferocious gasp, split the air as the panting mules
galloped furiously between the overhanging rocks and trees--which were
now alive with swarming savages. Wyndham, cool and brave, kept all his
attention centred on his team, for did that fail him--why then,
good-night! Clare, with set lips, covered a huge savage who had sprung
up hardly ten yards distant to launch an assegai, and pressed the
trigger. The brown, bedizened body sprang heavily forward, throwing
shield and weapons different ways, and sank, but the pallor of her face
at the sight only served to heighten the brightness of her eyes.
Fullerton, leaning out, pumped a couple of shots in a lucky moment into
where three or four assailants rose together, likewise with fortunate
result. Then an assegai whizzed th