At the last he made a rush and reached the flat space of rock.

Piet stabbed at him, but the strength of the thrust lost itself in the folds of the coat.
Now who can say what happened.

Round and round the rock chair they swung, Van Vooren still holding fast to the arm of the dead woman who was lashed in it.

Yes, even from where I stood five hundred feet below I could see the flash of spear and knife as they struck and struck again.
At length a blow went home; the Zulu assegai sank deep into Van Vooren's chest and he hung backwards over the edge of the abyss, supported only by his grip of the dead arm--from below it looked as though he were drawing the corpse to him against its will.

Yes, he hung back and groaned aloud.