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In that case the two men had his orders to escort them safely to Mooifontein, and, he added significantly, "I do not think that you will be troubled with any further impoliteness." In another moment he had galloped off on his great black horse, leaving the pair considerably mystified and not a little relieved.
Mooifontein was a blackened ruin; only the stables and outhouses, which were roofed with galvanised iron, remained uninjured. Frank Muller had not been gone five minutes when, to Bessie's joy, her uncle opened his eyes and sat up. "What is it? what is it?" he said. "Ah! I recollect. What is all this smell of fire? Surely they have not burnt the place?" "Yes, uncle," sobbed Bessie, "they have."
I never fail in the end. I will kill that Englishman. Perhaps I will kill old Silas Croft and the Hottentot too. Bah! they do not know what is coming. I know; I have helped to lay the mine; and unless they bend to my will I shall be the one to fire it. I will kill them all, and I will take Mooifontein, and then I will marry Bessie. She will fight against it, but that will make it all the sweeter.
No rain had fallen at Mooifontein for several days, and there had been a hot sun with wind. As a result the thatch was dry as tinder. The light caught in a second, and in two more a thin line of fire was running up the roof.
"Good-bye, John," she answered, looking him steadily in the eyes for a moment, and then turning away to hide the tears which would gather in her own. And thus they parted. She knew her way now even across the open veldt, for she dared not go by the road. There was, however, a bridle path that ran over the hill at the back of Mooifontein, and for this she shaped her course.
A little while after this Jess pointed out a long low hill that lay upon the flat veldt, a dozen miles or so away, like a stone upon a stretch of sand. "Look," she said, "there is Mooifontein at last!" "We are not there yet," remarked John sadly. Another weary half-hour passed, and then on passing over a crest suddenly they saw Hans Coetzee's homestead lying down by the water in the hollow.
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