"In three hours it will be dawn, and these mountains are sheer and wide." Now he was in the pass and galloping up its rocky steeps as fast as the horse dare travel and not fall.

Up he went through the moonlit silence that was broken only by the distant roaring of lions; up for one hour and for two.

Now he was at the crest of the mountains, and beneath him, miles away, lay the dim veldt, and there--yes, there in the far distance--the moonbeams sparkled upon a white-topped koppie and the waters of a river that washed its base.

Miles and miles away, and but one hour left to cover them.

One short hour, and if it was not enough then death by the Zulu assegai would be the portion of Suzanne and of those among whom she sheltered.