What became of the Frenchman I do not know, for the natives hauled him away, but I fear his end must have been dreadful, as he was taken alive.

The servant I saw them assegai, so at least he died at once.

I fired my last shot, killing a fellow who was flourishing a battle-axe, then dashed the butt of the gun into the face of the man behind him, felling him, and, seizing Marie by the hand, dragged her back into the northernmost room--that in which I was accustomed to sleep--and shut and barred the door.
"Allan," she gasped, "Allan dear, it is finished.

I cannot fall into the hands of those men.

Kill me, Allan." "All right," I answered, "I will.