of him Benita saw nothing, though once or twice she thought that she heard his voice raving outside the wall which they had built.  If so, either he did not try to pull it down, or he failed in the attempt, or perhaps he feared that should he succeed, he would be greeted by a bullet.  So at last she gave up thinking about him.  Should he force his way into the cave she must deal with the situation as best she could.  Meanwhile, her father’s strength was sinking fast.

Three awful days went by in this fashion, and the end drew near.  Although she tried to force herself to it, Benita could not swallow enough food to keep up her strength.  Now that the passage was closed the atmosphere of this old vault, for it was nothing more, thickened by the smoke of the fire which she was obliged to burn, grew poisonous and choked her.  Want of sleep exhausted her, dread of what the morrow might bring forth crushed her strong spirit.  She began to break down, knowing that the hour was near when she and her father must die together.

Once, as she slept awhile at his side, being wakened by his groaning, Benita looked at her watch.  It was midnight.  She rose, and going to the embers of the little fire, warmed up some of her biltong broth which she poured into a tin pannikin.  With difficulty she forced him to swallow a few mouthfuls of it, then, feeling a sudden weakness, drank the rest herself.  It gave her power to think, and her father dozed off into an uneasy sleep.

Alas! thinking was of no use, nothing could be done.  There was no hope save in prayer.  Restlessness seized Benita, and taking the lantern she wandered round the cave.  The wall that they had built remained intact, and oh! to think that beyond it flowed the free air and shone the blessed stars!  Back she came again, skirting the pits that Jacob Meyer had dug, and the grave of the old monk, till she reached the steps of the crucifix, and holding up her candle, looked at the thorn-crowned brow of the Christ above.

It was wonderfully carved; that dying face was full of pity.  Would not He Whom it represented pity her?  She knelt down on the topmost step, and clasping the pierced feet with her arms, began to pray earnestly, not for herself but that she might save her father.  She prayed as she had never prayed before, and so praying, sank into a torpor or a swoon.

It seemed to Benita that this sleep of hers suddenly became alive; in it she saw many things.  For instance, she saw herself seated in a state of trance upon that very step where now she knelt, while before her stood her father and Jacob Meyer.  Moreover, something spoke in her; she could not hear a voice, but she seemed to see the words written in the air before her.  These were the words:—­

“Clasp the feet of the Christ and draw them to the left.  The passage beneath leads to the chamber where the gold is hid, and thence to the river bank.  That is the secret which ere I depart, I the dead Benita, pass on to you, the living Benita, as I am commanded.  In life and death peace be to your soul.”