Oh! yes, I know your plan.

Well, when once you are behind the walls of that mountain it may be difficult to speak to you for a while, so listen to me.

You thought that you had left me far away, did you not?
but I have followed you step by step and twice I have been very near to you, although I could never find a chance to carry you off safely.

Well, I wish to tell you that sooner or later I shall find that chance; sooner or later you will come out of the mountain or I shall get into it, and then it will be my turn; so, love, till that hour fare you well.

Stay, I forgot, I have news for you; your husband, the English castaway, is dead." At this tidings a low moan of pain broke from Suzanne's lips.
"Be silent and take no heed," whispered Sihamba, who was kneeling at her side behind the shelter of the stone, "he does but lie to torment you." "The bullet and the water together were too much for him," went on Swart Piet, "and he died on the second night after he reached the stead.