Still, we will try to save him in spite of himself from the claws of that stinkcat Pereira, whom may God curse, and his tool, your father.
As you say, at the worst no harm will be done even if they find him, as probably they will, seeing that they will not leave this place without blood." Such then was the trick which Marie arranged with the Vrouw Prinsloo.

Or rather, I should say, seemed to arrange, since she told her nothing of her real mind, she who knew that the vrouw was right and that for their own sakes, as well as because they believed it to be justice, the Boers would never leave that place until they saw blood running on the grass.
This, oh! this was Marie's true and dreadful plan--_to give her life for mine!_ She was sure that once he had slain his victim, Hernan Pereira would not stop to make examination of the corpse.

He would ride away, hounded by his guilty conscience, and meanwhile I could escape.
She never thought the thing out in all its details, she who was maddened with terror and had no time.

She only felt her way from step to step, dimly seeing my deliverance at the end of the journey.

Marie told the Vrouw Prinsloo nothing, except that she proposed to drug me if I would not go undrugged.