Can I help it if they kill you after I have warned you to turn back ?" Then a woman's scream.
Rodd's voice, Anscombe's voice and Kaatje's scream--not Heda's but Kaatje's! Then as I rode furiously round the last patch of intervening trees the sound of a pistol shot.

I was out of them now and saw everything.

There was the cart on the further side of a swamp.
The horses were standing still and snorting.

Holding the rein of one of the leaders was Rodd, whose horse also stood close by.

He was rocking on his feet and as I leapt from my mare and ran up, I saw his face.