With a single bound he sprang into his saddle, and as he did so the woman's voice wailed out once more-- "_Frank_, thou shalt die in blood as I did, Frank!" Muller turned livid with fear, and the cold perspiration streamed from his face.

He was a bold man enough physically, but this was too much for his nerves.
"It is my mother's voice, they are her very words!" he called out aloud, then, dashing his spurs into his horse's flanks, he went like a flash far from the accursed spot; nor did he draw rein till he came to his own place ten miles away.

Twice the horse fell in the darkness, for there was no moon, the second time throwing him heavily, but he only dragged it up with an oath, and springing into the saddle again fled on as before.
Thus the man who did not hesitate to plot and to execute the cruel slaughter of unoffending men cowered beneath the fancied echo of a dead woman's voice! Truly human nature is full of contradictions.
When the thunder of the horse's hoofs grew faint Jantje emerged from one of his hiding-places, and, throwing himself down in the centre of the dusty road, kicked and rolled with delight, shaking all the while with an inward joy to which his habits of caution would not permit him to give audible vent.

"His mother's voice, his mother's words," he quoted to himself.

"How should he know that Jantje remembers the old woman's voice--ay, and the words that the devil in her spoke too?
Hee! hee! hee!" Finally he departed to eat his supper of beef, which he had cut off an unfortunate ox which that morning had expired of a mysterious complication of diseases, filled with a happy sense that he had not lived that day in vain.
Bessie fled without stopping till she reached the orange-trees in front of the verandah, where, reassured by the lights from the windows, she paused to consider.