Almighty! I can see that girl's face still! the lightning shone on it just as I shot.

Well, she will be in heaven now, poor thing, if English people ever go to heaven." It was the Unicorn who spoke, and the Vilderbeeste made no reply, but advanced with him to where the horses stood.

They caught the patient brutes that were waiting for their masters, their heads well down and the water streaming from their flanks, and led them along with them.
Frank Muller stood by his own horse still thinking, and watched them vanish into the gloom.

How was he to win that warrant back without dying his hands even redder than they were?
As he thought an answer came.

For at that moment, accompanied by a fearful thunderclap, there shot from the storm overhead, which had now nearly passed away, one of those awful flashes that sometimes end an African tempest.