We shall see.

At least, you are safer with them than in the hands of Swart Piet." At this moment, Zinti, who was watching the plain over which they had travelled, uttered a cry of warning.

Looking back, they saw the reason of it, for there, crossing the crest of a wave of ground, not more than a mile away, were five horsemen riding hard upon their spoor.
"Swart Piet and four of his men," said Sihamba, "and by my Spirit, they have fresh horses; they must have taken them from the kraal of the half-breed which we passed at daybreak, and that is why we lost sight of them for a while." Now even as Zinti helped her to mount the _schimmel_ Suzanne turned so faint with terror that she almost fell to the ground again.
"Have no fear, Swallow," said Sihamba, "he has not caught us yet, and a voice in me says that we shall escape him." But though she spoke thus bravely, in her heart Sihamba was much afraid, for except the _schimmel_ their horses were almost spent, whereas Van Vooren was fresh mounted, and not a mile behind.

Still they galloped forward till they reached a more broken stretch of veldt, where trees grew singly, and here and there were kloofs with bush in them.
"Mistress," cried Zinti, "my horse can go no more, and Bull-Head is hard upon us.

Of your wisdom tell me what I should do or presently I must be killed." "Ride into that kloof and hide yourself," answered Sihamba, "for Bull-Head will never seek you there; he hunts the white Swallow, not the black finch.