fferent, so
different."

She had dropped upon her knees, her head buried in the chair--his chair.
Her heart seemed breaking in her sobs--her great sobs--which hardly
relieved it. What if she should never see him again, to tell him how
his words had been surely fulfilled--never--never? No, she could not
realise it. This room, which more than any other in the house seemed
sacred to his presence and--now empty of it. A large portrait of him
hung on the wall. Rising she went over and pressed her lips to the
cold, not too carefully dusted, glass again and again.

The sound of stirring in the other room now came to her ears. It
brought her down to the hard, material side of the situation. She
dashed the tears from her eyes, fiercely, determinedly, and went to join
her relative. Evelyn was awake again, and was looking around in rather
a frightened way.

"Oh, here you are, Edala! Shall we start? I feel ever so much
refreshed now. But you, child--have you had some sleep?"

"Yes--no," was the half-absent reply. "Start? Yes, as soon as you're
ready. Wait though. I'll go and get some supplies for the way. Later
on you'll find it no joke walking thirteen miles across the veldt on
nothing but air."

She was all material and practical again now. In a marvellously short
space of time she returned with a well packed wallet stored with
provisions.

"You sling this on," handing the other a vulcanite water bottle. "I'll
carry the skoff--and the gun. It's a pity you couldn't learn to shoot,
Evelyn, or you might have carried another. As it is we'll hide the
other two--inside the piano. No Kafir would think of looking for them
there."

This was done, then having carefully extinguished the lights and being
well wrapped up, for the nights were fresh; and in dark attire, for
safety's sake, they went forth.

"I wonder if we shall ever see the old house again," said Edala
bitterly. "It'll probably be burned to the ground, and all father's
treasured books,"--she added, with the catch of a sob. "These brutes--
who have known you all your life, and then even they fall away from you!
They'll stick at nothing."

There was silence then as they started upon their long tramp. The
bodies of the poor dogs lay where they had been slain, plainly outlined
under the cold moon, whose light glared down too upon that other mangled
human relic, which, fortunately they could not see. High in the air
invisible plover wheeled and