He had a rifle in his hand, he pointed it twice, and covered us.

But he did not shoot.

Hilda gave a cry of relief.
"Don't you see ?" she exclaimed.

"It is Oom Jan Willem's rifle! That was their last cartridge.

They have no more ammunition." I saw she was probably right; for Klaas was out of cartridges, and was waiting for my new stock to arrive from England.