Then, straightening themselves as well as they were able, these two sorely hurt men lifted their right arms and gave Benita the salute due to a chieftainess.  This done, taking no note of any other creature there, they limped away to the gate that had been opened for them, and vanished beyond the wall.

All this while Meyer had stood silent; now he spoke with a bitter smile.

“Charity, Miss Clifford, said a certain Paul, as reported in your New Testament, covers a multitude of sins.  I hope very much that it will serve to cover our remains from the aasvogels, after we have met our deaths in some such fashion as that brute promised us,” and he pointed to the dead man.

Benita looked at her father in question.

“Mr. Meyer means, my dear, that you have done a foolish thing in begging the lives of those Matabele.  It would have been safer for us if they were dead, who, as it is, have gone off burning for revenge.  Of course, I understand it was natural enough, but——­” and he hesitated and stopped.

“The chief did not say so,” broke in Benita with agitation; “besides, if he had, I should not have cared.  It was bad enough to see one man killed like that,” and she shivered; “I could not bear any more.”

“You should not be angry at the fellow’s death, seeing that it was what he said of you which brought it upon him,” Meyer replied with meaning.  “Otherwise he might have gone unharmed as far as I was concerned.  For the rest, I did not interfere because I saw it was useless; also I am a fatalist like our friend, the Molimo, and believe in what is decreed.  The truth is,” he added sharply, “among savages ladies are not in place.”

“Why did you not say that down at Rooi Krantz, Jacob?” asked Mr. Clifford.  “You know I thought so all the while, but somehow I was over-ruled.  Now what I suggest is, that we had better get out of this place as fast as we can—­instantly, as soon as we have eaten, before our retreat is cut off.”

Meyer looked at the oxen which had been outspanned:  nine were wandering about picking up what food they could, but the five which were supposed to have been bitten by tetsefly had lain down.

“Nine worn-out and footsore oxen will not draw the waggon,” he said; “also in all probability the place is already surrounded by Matabele, who merely let us in to be sure of the guns which their spies must have told them we were carrying.  Lastly, having spent so much and come so far, I do not mean to go without what we seek.  Still, if you think that your daughter’s danger is greater within these walls than outside of them, you might try, if we can hire servants, which I doubt.  Or possibly, if any rowers are to be had, you could go down the Zambesi in a canoe, risking the fever.  You and she must settle it, Clifford.”

“Difficulties and dangers every way one looks.  Benita, what do you say?” asked her father distractedly.