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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
"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
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-
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,
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
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,"-