As Good said, the whole thing seemed more as though one had had a bad nightmare just before being called, than as a deed done.

When we were finishing our breakfast the door opened, and in came little Flossie, very pale and tottery, but quite unhurt.

She kissed us all and thanked us.

I congratulated her on the presence of mind she had shown in shooting the Masai with her Derringer pistol, and thereby saving her own life.
'Oh, don't talk of it!' she said, beginning to cry hysterically; 'I shall never forget his face as he went turning round and round, never -- I can see it now.' I advised her to go to bed and get some sleep, which she did, and awoke in the evening quite recovered, so far as her strength was concerned.

It struck me as an odd thing that a girl who could find the nerve to shoot a huge black ruffian rushing to kill her with a spear should have been so affected at the thought of it afterwards; but it is, after all, characteristic of the sex.