They shouted in astonishment, but before they could harm him or the horse he was out of reach of their spears and galloping forward with a glad heart, for now he thought the danger done with.
Down the slope he thundered, and the sound of his horse's hoofs came to the ears of Suzanne, who, frozen with terror, crouched in the grass near the spring at the foot of it.

Turning her eyes from the ridge where she had seen the Zulus, she looked behind her.

At first she could see nothing except a great horse with a man upon its back, but as she stared, presently she recognised the horse--it was the _schimmel_, and none other.
And the man.

Whose shape was that?
No, this one had a golden beard.

Ah! He lifted his head, from which the hat had fallen, and--did she dream?
Nay, by Heaven, it was her husband, grown older and bearded, but still her husband.