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He must have seen the flash of the falling steel, and---- Jess was outside the tent again, the red knife in her hand.

She flung the accursed thing from her.

That shriek must have awakened every soul within a mile.

Already she could faintly hear the stir of men down by the waggon, and the patter of the feet of Jantje running for his life.
Then she too turned, and fled straight up the hill.