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Updated: June 7, 2025
"The quarrel to-night, your journey to France, your meeting with him face to face at a given hour and place where he can most readily, most easily close the death-trap upon you." This time he broke into a laugh. A good, hearty laugh, full of the joy of living, of the madness and intoxication of a bold adventure, a laugh that had not one particle of anxiety or of tremor in it.
A crowd of frightened and angry men hastily retreating towards this death-trap were suddenly confronted by a woman, who like an heavenly messenger, stood with uplifted hand, her hair streaming in the wind. "Back! Back men!" she cried. "To go to the river is to be killed also; they're waiting there for the opportunity." "Molly Pierrepont!" exclaimed one of the men in astonishment.
And Kent, looking ahead to the black maw of the death-trap that was waiting for them, drew Marette close in his arms and held her tight. For a brief space after the breaking of the scow-sweep Kent did not move. He felt Marette's arms closing tighter and tighter around his neck.
If he had not seen the light he would scarcely have taken the risk. None but a fool would have remained in such a death-trap. But the presence of the light forced him on. He could not leave without satisfying himself. He set his shoulder against the closed door and flung the full weight of his body into one stupendous effort to force an entrance. The wood cracked and splintered with the shock.
"There is to be a big Run to-morrow a mighty Kill," said A'tim, growing tired of the old Bull's reminiscent wail. "Where?" queried the other. "At Stone Hill Corral. Eagle Shoe says they will kill five hundred head." "I know," sighed Shag "at the Pound; I know that death-trap. Half a Herd I lost there once through the conceit of a young Bull hardly out of the Spike Horn age.
"This satisfies you?" she whispered. He faced round on her with a slow smile. "No," he said, "this light-house is useless." "Useless?" "You remember the wreck that wreck the Samaritan? She came ashore beneath here; right beneath our feet; by no fault or carelessness. A light-house on a coast like this a coast without a harbour is a joke set in a death-trap, to make game of dying men."
This was followed, first by a voluntary and afterwards by the forced exodus of Uitlanders at the rate of thousands per day men, women, and children packed in uncleansed coal and cattle trucks, together with Coolies, Kaffirs, and Hottentots, and hustled over the Portuguese border, dumped down at that death-trap Komati Poort if unable to pay the railway fare for fifty-three miles further to Delagoa Bay.
"What?" came a startled chorus from about half a dozen other officers. "Take photos from 'Jacob's Ladder," they repeated in tones of amazement. "Good Lord! it's an absolute death-trap. Bosche strafes it every day, and it's always covered by snipers." "Well," I said, "it certainly seems by the map to be an ideal place to get the mine going up and the advance over 'No Man's Land."
I might as well say first of all that the idea of this part of the Salwen Valley being what people say it is in the matter of a death-trap is absolutely false. With the exception of the early morning mist common in every low-lying region in hot countries, there was, so far as I could see, nothing to fear.
The way past the station to the Arras-Cambrai road was a death-trap for our transport and I saw the bodies of horses and men horribly mangled there. Dead horses were thick on each side of an avenue of trees on the southern side of the city, lying in their blood and bowels.
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