"Only two miles more!" She answered him exultantly.

"I could go on for ever!" They seemed to fly on the wings of the wind those last two miles.
She fancied that they had turned off the track and were racing over the grass, but the darkness was such that she could discern nothing with any certainty.

At last there came a heavy jolting that flung her against Burke's shoulder, and on the top of it a frightful flash and explosion that made her think the earth had rent asunder under their feet.
Half-stunned and wholly blinded, she covered her face, crouching down almost against the foot-board of the cart, while the dreadful echoes rolled away.
Then again came Burke's voice, brief yet amazingly reassuring.
"Get down and run in! It's all right." She realized that they had come to a standstill, and mechanically she raised herself to obey him.
As she groped for the step, he grasped her arm.

"Get on to the _stoep_! There's going to be rain.

I'll be with you in a second." She thanked him, and found herself on the ground.