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But two hundred yards to cover, and their fate would be decided. Either they would have escaped at least for a while, or time would be done with them; or, a third alternative, they might be taken prisoners, in all probability a yet more dreadful doom. Even then Benita determined that if she could help it this should not befall her. She had the rifle and the revolver that Jacob Meyer had given her.
When Benita woke the lamp had gone out, and it was pitch dark. Fortunately, however, she remembered where she had put the matches and the lantern with a candle in it. She lit the candle and looked at her watch. It was nearly six o'clock. The dawn must be breaking outside, within an hour or two Jacob Meyer would find that they had gone.
By the help of a steel crowbar, which they had brought with them in the waggon, at length that part of their task was completed, revealing the rock beneath. By this time Benita was confident that, whatever might lie below, it was not the treasure, since it was evident that the poor, dying Portuguese would not have had the time or the strength to cement it over.
Benita wheeled round upon the stone on which she sat, and there, standing amidst the bushes a little way from the foot of the wall, was Jacob Meyer. Their eyes met; hers were full of defiance, and his of conscious power. "I do not want any luncheon, Mr. Meyer," she said. "But I am sure that you do. Please come down and have some. Please come down."
The sun was not yet up, and the air was cold with frost, for they were on the Transvaal high-veld at the end of winter. Even through her thick cloak Benita shivered and called to the driver of the waggon, who also acted as cook, and whose blanket-draped form she could see bending over a fire into which he was blowing life, to make haste with the coffee.
Your spirit can loose itself from the body: it can see the past and the future; it can discover the hidden things." "I do not believe it," answered Benita; "but at least it shall not be loosed by you." "It shall, it shall," he cried with passion, his eyes blazing on her as he spoke. "Oh!
"Oh, I'm fine can hold my own now, I think; thanks to Texas. That's a great country you've got down there." Blue Bonnet beamed with pleasure. "Isn't it, though! Is Benita well?" "Fine." "How's Uncle Joe's rheumatism?" "Better, I guess. Haven't heard him complain." "Then it is better," Blue Bonnet said. "And old Gertrudis and Juanita? How are they?" "Fine all of them."
Clifford, on whom all this heavy labour had begun to tell, was taking advantage of the absence of his taskmaster, Jacob, to sleep awhile in the hut which they had now built for themselves beneath the shadow of the baobab-tree. As she reached it he came out yawning, and asked her where she had been. Benita told him. "A giddy place," he said. "I have never ventured to try it myself.
Benita felt that the words were an apology for the past, and her heart was touched. "It is nothing," she answered. "You did not know or mean it." "No, dear, I never knew or meant it. Believe me, I was not a willing sinner, only a weak one. You are beautiful, Benita far more so than I expected." "What," she answered smiling, "with this bandage round my head? Well, in your eyes, perhaps."
Clifford looked after him doubtfully. "Oh, I know," said Benita, "it seems horribly mean, but one must do shabby things sometimes. Here are the bundles all ready, so let us be off." Accordingly they went, and from the top of the wall Benita glanced back to bid goodbye to that place which she hoped never to see again.
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