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m mvwwwwwwwwwm with him forever. Nowhere in the world was there a place. for him. The rumors of native unrest ac centuated that winter. Dawson, seated round the fire, had discussed the matter with a dozen of the chiefs. All agreed that the projected upris ing was madness. They knew the terrible power of the whit man's guns. "But what can we do?" they said. "Our young men want to flesh their spears, then " Dawson knew that the "then" had come when he found that the ani mated conversation of the natives would cease abruptly as he appeared. He knew that they mistrusted him, because even the savage knows that white is white and black is black for ever. He walked into Grey to warn the administrator. He was kept waiting by Lord Forrest for two hours, and then Lord Forrest sent out word that he was too busy to receive him. But, while Dawson was waiting, he heard a scornful speech in the draw ing room which opened from the hair "I wish the man would go," said the girl's voice. "I don't want tp pass him, and want tp go out" It was shortly after this that Daw son was sent away. He want back to the kraal. And there he gathered that the uprising was to take place withis forty-eight hours. . The natives planned to rush the lit tle settlement, twelve miles away, at dawn. It would be one of those mas sacres so familiar to African history. A rush of men, the wielding of the terrible stabbing spear and Grey would be a thing of the past Swift death for the men for the women a worse fate. Dawson knew all this through a confidant, and his heart, hot within him, approved. If Grey were oblit erated, and its three hundred souls sent into eternity, there would be no more sneering faces to greet him when he walked into the town. And the woman who wouldn't pass him, 1 wouldn't even walk under the same sun with him he pictured her In fhe h power of the savage warriors. "" f He had become so embittered that , his mind was twisted, and he saw all this is the light of the natives. He justified it On Qie night before thd' massacre was scheduled to occur h5 lay down in his kraaL He knew tbatl the natives were suspicious of himoc were watching him. He would showJf; them how ungrounded their suspi- cions were. He slept, and awakened suddenly toward morning. In his sleep, a saner vision had come to him. He saw things in a different prospective now, himself in all his baseness, and. Lady Sibyl a prey to the savages. 'J Outside his hut a party of young men were keeping watch, armed with, spears. ' The night was very dark. Dawso crawled noiselessly from where ha-., lay and wriggled out of the hut door He had to pass within a dozen fee ' of the camp fire. But he was.skillei in native craft "Listen, brother!" said one of thev young men by the fire. "What is thatn sound?" . - "A snake,"1- answered the other,n flinging his spear in that direction Once beyond the range of hearing Dawson rose to his feet and ran noiselessly along the trail which led toward Grey. He knew that within a very few moments his absence would be discovered; but he must carry out his purpose now. He ran, hiding against the light of the rising moon. a shadow among the shadows of thef trees. At the place where the trail joined the high road he came suddenly upoV a native picket The two men were standing together, whispering. Daw son leaped at them and bore them to ' the ground. He ran. He heard two. spears whiz past his head and the tf hoarse cries of the savages to their1 i compatriots. But Dawson had been, a famous sprinter in his .college days'! and now, untrained though he was,"- MMMMMMMMMkMMMiMM