CHAPTER XXXIII.
VENGEANCE For three or four minutes more Jess and Jantje whispered together, after which the Hottentot rose and crept away to find out what was passing among the Boers below, and watch when Frank Muller retired to his tent.
So soon as he had marked him down it was agreed that he was to come back and report to Jess.
When he was gone Jess gave a sigh of relief.

This stirring up of Jantje to the boiling-point of vengeance had been a dreadful thing to nerve herself to do, but now at any rate it was done, and Muller's doom was sealed.

But what the end of it would be none could say.

Practically she would be a murderess, and she felt that sooner or later her guilt must find her out, and then she could hope for little mercy.

Still she had no scruples, for after all Frank Muller's would be a well-merited fate.
But when all was said and done, it was a dreadful thing to be forced to steep her hands in blood, even for Bessie's sake.