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I leaped on the bay, and got him into something approaching a gallop, shouting at the others to keep on, for they were now returning. When I came up with them, Edith Metford said with a shiver: "The girl?" "Is at the bottom of the pit. Ride on." We gained the shore at last; and our presence there produced the explanation of the absence of the natives on the pathway to the sea.
B. Metford and the reverend Mr. Davis and others the committee. This was the third committee, which had been instituted in the country for this purpose. That at Bristol, under Mr. Joseph Harford as chairman, and Mr. Lunell as secretary, had been the first. And that at Manchester, under Mr. Thomas Walker as chairman, and Mr. Samuel Jackson as secretary, had been the second.
Brande left no money. His formula for the transmutation of metals is unintelligible to me. I can make no use of it. Edith Metford remains my friend. To part utterly after what we have undergone together is beyond our strength. But between us there is a nameless shadow, reminiscent of that awful night in the Arafura Sea, when death came very near to us.
His Sepoys toiled gallantly at the incomplete defences, while the rest fought hand to hand bayonet against knife, Metford against Enfield to cover their labour. He lost many men, but on the evening of the next day he had the satisfaction of seeing the fortifications complete, and he awaited a siege with equanimity, as he was well victualled.
As Dave parted from the Metford gang he felt that he knew what Mr. Duncan had meant by the dead-line. These were men who would always shovel coal, because they aspired to nothing better.
I drew her aside, and apologised for not having called to wish her farewell; but she stopped me. "Oh, it's all right; I am going too. Don't look so frightened." This was more than I could tolerate. She was far too good a girl to be allowed to walk blindfold into the pit I had digged for myself with full knowledge. I said imperatively: "Miss Metford, you shall not go.
He pressed my hand, and went away without a word. I am that man's friend. They buried her at sea. I was happily unconscious at the time, and so was spared that scene. Edith Metford, weak and suffering as she was, went through it all. She has told me nothing about it, save that it was done. More than that I could not bear. And I have borne much. The voyage home was a dreary episode.
I opened it first. It was, as I expected, from Miss Brande. Her brother had gone to their country place on the southern coast. She and her friend, Edith Metford, were going that day. Their luggage was already at the station. Would I send on what I required for a short visit, and meet them at eleven o'clock on the bridge over the Serpentine? It was enough for me.
"This is my friend, Edith Metford. Metford, this is Arthur Marcel." "How do you do, Marcel? I am glad to meet you; I have heard 'favourable mention' of you from the Brandes," the second figure in knickerbockers said pleasantly. "How do you do, sir madam I mean Miss " I blundered, and then in despair I asked Miss Brande, "Is this a tableau vivant? What is the meaning of these disguises?"
It was growing light, and we could see, lying on our right, the neutral camp; further away, on Bulwana, our biggest gun, where we knew General Joubert was standing, his wife by his side. Straight before us lay the key to Ladysmith Platrand, whence now and again came the sharp rat-tat of the Metford, followed by the Mauser's significant cough.
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