“Then I crawled away inter the dark of the pantry—inter the mealie hole.”
Abe stopped, and his face looked grey and aged.
“Well, Abe?”
“That’s all sonny. They did not find me.”
“And what became of Tom?”
“He went with his brothers, sonny. Seven better boys you’d never want to meet, and seven finer men you could not. They all went—in that one day—and the Kaffirs swep’ on over the land.”