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Allan Quatermain

CHAPTER XXI
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Ah! it is well to have lived! At last I have seen a fight worth seeing.' By this time we were on our way again, and as we went side by side I told him what our mission was, and how that, if it failed, all the lives that had been lost that day would have been lost in vain.
'Ah!' he said, 'nigh on a hundred miles and no horses but these, and to be there before the dawn! Well -- away! away! man can but try, Macumazahn; and mayhap we shall be there in time to split that old "witch-finder's" [Agon's] skull for him.

Once he wanted to burn us, the old "rain-maker", did he?
And now he would set a snare for my mother [Nyleptha], would he?
Good! So sure as my name is the name of the Woodpecker, so surely, be my mother alive or dead, will I split him to the beard.

Ay, by T'Chaka's head I swear it!' and he shook Inkosi-kaas as he galloped.

By now the darkness was closing in, but fortunately there would be a moon later, and the road was good.
On we sped through the twilight, the two splendid horses we bestrode had got their wind by this, and were sweeping along with a wide steady stride that neither failed nor varied for mile upon mile.
Down the side of slopes we galloped, across wide vales that stretched to the foot of far-off hills.

Nearer and nearer grew the blue hills; now we were travelling up their steeps, and now we were over and passing towards others that sprang up like visions in the far, faint distance beyond.
On, never pausing or drawing rein, through the perfect quiet of the night, that was set like a song to the falling music of our horses' hoofs; on, past deserted villages, where only some forgotten starving dog howled a melancholy welcome; on, past lonely moated dwellings; on, through the white patchy moonlight, that lay coldly upon the wide bosom of the earth, as though there was no warmth in it; on, knee to knee, for hour after hour! We spake not, but bent us forward on the necks of those two glorious horses, and listened to their deep, long-drawn breaths as they filled their great lungs, and to the regular unfaltering ring of their round hoofs.


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