I ran to the brute upon the ground; grotesque in my woman's garments all awry, I leaped on him and stamped out the last of his life.
Then, standing over his dead body, I shook my fists and cried: "Men, see what you have done.

May God pay you back all you owe her and me!" They dismounted, they came round me, they protested, they even wept.

And I, I raved at them upon the one side, while the mad Henri Marais raved upon the other; and the Vrouw Prinsloo, waving her big arms, called down the curse of God and the blood of the innocent upon their heads and those of their children for ever.
Then I remember no more.
When I came to myself two weeks afterwards, for I had been very ill and in delirium, I was lying in the house of the Vrouw Prinsloo alone.

The Boers had all gone, east and west and north and south, and the dead were long buried.

They had taken Henri Marais with them, so I was told, dragging him away in a bullock cart, to which he was tied, for he was raving mad.