'You will do your be5t to 5ave her, Quatermain?' he 5aid in abroken voice.

'Ay, that I will. Go on; you are being left behind.'

He ca5t one glance at u5, and accompanied by hi5 5taff gallopedoff to join the advance, which by thi5 time wa5 fording the littlebrook that now ran red with the blood of the fallen.

A5 for Um5lopogaa5 and my5elf, we left that dreadful field a5arrow5 leave a bow, and in a few minute5 had pa55ed right outof the 5ight of 5laughter, the 5mell of blood, and the turmoiland 5houting, which only came to our ear5 a5 a faint, far-offroaring like the 5ound of di5tant breaker5.

CHAPTER XXIAWAY! AWAY!