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Updated: June 17, 2025
"It's a queer beginning!" remarked Sandy Black, as he trudged between Hans Marais and Charlie Considine. "I hope it will have a good ending," said Considine. Whether that hope was fulfilled the reader shall find out in the sequel.
Another mob went away to the left, pursued by the other shooter and Considine; while one old cow, having had enough running, suddenly wheeled in her tracks, and charged straight at Tommy Prince, whose horse at once whipped round and carried his rider, with the old cow at his tail, into a clump of bamboos.
Considine his honeymoon activities had pulled off the degree in divinity this was easy, for he had spent his childhood on a feudal estate in Wiltshire and his politics were therefore identical with Lord Halberton's. With Gabrielle, whom Lady Halberton took in hand, the process was more difficult.
Black kept close to the heels of Hans Marais, and so did Considine, but Jerry soon began to pant with excitement; then he stumbled and fell. Before recovering himself from a "wait-a-bit" thorn he had been left out of sight behind. He pushed valiantly on however and came to a small open plain, where he looked anxiously round, but his comrades were nowhere to be seen.
Hans Marais seemed to be a man of few words, for he turned and galloped away, without for some time uttering another syllable to his companion. As for Considine, the thought of once more feasting on any sort of meat and drink was so fascinating, in his then ravenous condition, that he cared for nought else, and followed his guide in silence.
On coming within sight of the farm, Considine observed columns of thick smoke rising from various parts of the homestead. With a vague feeling of alarm he put spurs to his horse. Drawing quickly nearer he perceived that the smoke arose from the garden, and that the people seemed to be bustling about in a state of violent activity.
"And the next day," I broke in, excitedly, "she bought the three girls tin horns and the boys drums!" Considine ground his teeth.
About two miles out of town Considine, with all his earthly belongings in a small valise, stopped the coach and got on board, sitting in front with them. "Have a look inside," said Charlie. "There's a woman in there looks rather like the lady you were talking about." Considine looked in. Then he sank back in his seat, with a white face. "By Heavens!" he said, "it's my wife."
"These villains have been down last night and carried off two spans of my best oxen, besides killing and devouring several sheep." Considine started up at once. "We shall be off in half an hour," continued the farmer; "Hans is away gathering one or two neighbours, and the people are almost ready." "Do you accompany them?" asked Considine. "Of course I do. Come along."
"Is he killed, sir?" I asked. "Not quite, I believe, but as good. You took him just above the hip." "Can he recover?" said I, with a voice tremulous from agitation, which I vainly endeavored to conceal from my companion. "Not if the doctor can help it," said Considine; "for the fool keeps poking about for the ball. But now let's think of the next step, you'll have to leave this, and at once, too."
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