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On hearing this news we debated whether it would not be well for us to follow their example and, trekking westwards, try to find a pass in the mountains. Upon this point there was a division of opinion among us. Marais, who was a fatalist, wished to go on, saying that the good Lord would protect us, as He had done in the past. "Allemachte!" answered the Vrouw Prinsloo.
"I would rather act that page than Pauline in Polyeucte, though Mademoiselle swears I speak her tirades nearly as well as an actress she once saw at the Marais, who was too old and fat for the character. How I should love to be an actress, and to play tragedy and comedy, and make people cry and laugh! Indeed, I would rather be anything than a lady unless I could be exactly like Lady Castlemaine."
They knew every path, marais, and rigolé for miles around, and took their course eastward, correctly judging that the Indians would follow the line of the bluffs and go north. Splash went their horses among the reeds of sloughs and across sluggish creeks, and by this short cut they soon came on the fresh trail.
One day, several years after my father had emigrated to the Cape, the Heer Marais arrived at our house in search, I think, of some lost oxen. He was a thin, bearded man with rather wild, dark eyes set close together, and a quick nervous manner, not in the least like that of a Dutch Boer or so I recall him. My father received him courteously and asked him to stop to dine, which he did.
"It's of no use, lads," gasped old Marais, pausing for a moment to recover breath; "the place is doomed." "Don't say so, father," cried Hans. "Come on, boys! we've nearly stopped them at this gate." Nearly, but not quite! A few minutes later and the strength of the garrison began to fail. "How long has this lasted?" asked Considine, pausing for a moment beside Bertha, and panting violently.
In the ordinary way as one scrambled into warm sweaters and top coats the dominant thought was, would the car start all right out there, with not a hand to give a final fillip once the "getting loose" process was accomplished? Luckily my turns came round twice during night guards, and the last time I had to go for a pneumonia case to Beau Marais.
"Do you think, Mr Marais," said Gertie, looking up timidly at the handsome young Dutchman, "that the worst of it is over?" Hans, who felt somewhat surprised and chilled by the "Mister," replied that he hoped it was. But Hans was wrong. Late that night, after they had all lain down to rest, Edwin Brook, feeling sleepless and uneasy, rose to look out at the window.
Everything, in short, was put in train, and, as Considine expressed it, "the Marais Academy was going full swing," when an event occurred which instantly sent French and Latin to the right-about and scattered the three R's to the four winds.
While Sandy Black and his friend Jerry were explaining the cause of their absence to some of the Scotch party, the young Englishman introduced his friend and himself as Charles Considine and Hans Marais, to the leader, Mr Pringle, a gentleman who, besides being a good poet, afterwards took a prominent part in the first acts of that great drama the colonisation of the eastern frontier of South Africa.
She gulps down a lump in her throat, and gives Nicolas Marais a smile that makes the clockmaker long to knock his rival's head against the gray buttress of the old church. "Sentinels!" Elise Lesage laughs. "Is Marie afraid, then, that some one will steal her?" "Marie is afraid of nothing, Mademoiselle Lesage." The little beauty is glad to be able to vent her vexation on some one.
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