“He put his hand to his head and looked at the blood; then he shook his head and laughed a strange laugh.
“‘It’s all over,’ he sed—‘dang it.’ Then he saw Harry, and he said softly: ‘Poor chap,’ then he stared at Willie, and his eye came on to me watchin’ him.
“‘Abe,’ he sed, ‘you’ll find my concertina hanging up; jes’ hand it to me.’
“Well, I gave it him, and bolted back into the tub, and he began to play.
“The Kaffirs stopped, and I yeard one call out ‘Yinny!’ and others said ‘Yoh!’ and you could hear them trying to peep in.
“‘Tom,’ he said soft.
“‘Yes, Seth.’
“‘You and Abe get into the mealie pit in the pantry. Maybe, they’ll not see you.’
“Tom he shook his head, and banged the gun—and the Kaffirs came hard at the door.
“Seth he went on playing, and Harry rolled over. ‘I’ve got a pain,’ he muttered; ‘mother, I’ve got a pain,’—and Seth he went on playing softer and softer.