Come on." Just as we were starting Vrouw Prinsloo appeared from behind the other wagon, and with her Marie, who, I noticed, was very pale and whose beautiful eyes were red, as though with weeping.
The vrouw asked me where we were going.

I told her.

After considering a little, she said that was a good thought of mine, as it was always well to study the ground before a battle.
I nodded, and led Marie aside behind some thorn trees that grew near.
"Oh! Allan, what will be the end of this ?" she asked piteously.

High as was her courage it seemed to fail her now.
"A good end, dearest," I answered.

"We shall come out of this hole safely, as we have of many others." "How do you know that, Allan, which is known to God alone ?" "Because God told me, Marie," and I repeated to her the story of the voice I had heard in my dream, which seemed to comfort her.
"Yet, yet," she exclaimed doubtfully, "it was but a dream, Allan, and dreams are such uncertain things.