205

XII. THE FIRST ALARM, 224

XIII. THE ATTACK ON THE GLADE, 244

XIV. FRESH TROUBLES, 263

XV. THE MASSACRE AT POVERTY BAY, 282

XVI. THE PURSUIT OF TE KOOTI, 302

XVII. BACK AT THE FARM, 321

XVIII. IN ENGLAND, 340

ILLUSTRATIONS

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"DROP THAT OR I FIRE!" _Frontispiece_

A DOZEN SPEARS STRUCK THE WATER ROUND HER 104

WILFRID AND THE GRIMSTONES FIND IT HARD WORK 192

MR. ATHERTON KEEPS THE MOUTH OF THE DEFILE 296

"I AM AFRAID I AM HEAVY ON A HORSE STILL, WILFRID" 328

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Map of Hawke Bay, Poverty Bay, and surrounding Country 16

MAORI AND SETTLER.

CHAPTER I.

A HOME BROKEN UP.

"Well, mother, one thing is certain--something has got to be done. It is
no use crying over spilt milk, that I can see. It is a horribly bad
business, but grieving over it won't make it any better. What one has
got to do is to decide on some plan or other, and then set to work to
carry it out."

The speaker, Wilfrid Renshaw, was a boy between fifteen and sixteen
years old. He was standing with his back to an empty fireplace, his feet
well apart, his hands deep in his pockets. He was rather short for his
age, but very squarely built. His hair was dark, cut rather short, and
so ruffled over his head that there were no signs of a parting; his
eyebrows were heavy, his eyes bright but rather deeply set; his chin was
square and his jaw heavy; his nose was a little upturned, and this
together with his eyes gave a merry expression to a face that would
otherwise have been heavy and stern.

At school Wilfrid Renshaw had been regarded as rather a queer fellow.
He was full of quiet fun, and saw a humorous side in everything. He did
not take a very leading part in the various school sports, though there
was a general idea that if Renshaw only chose to exert himself he could
excel in any of them. In point of actual strength, although there were
several boys in the school older than himself, it was generally adm