"He won't," Frank said. "George Lechmere cut him down. Whether he killed him or not I cannot say, but I don't fancy anyhow that he will be able to take up the chase. It is that rascally Obi man I am afraid of. He has great power over the people, and may raise the whole country to attack us."
"I am ready to run as fast as you like, Frank."
"We may as well go at a trot for a bit."
Then raising his voice, he said:
"We will go at double, lads, now.
"Put your arm on my shoulder, Bertha, and we can fancy that we are going to waltz."
"I feel so happy that I want to cry, Frank," she said as they started.
"Don't do that until you get on board the Osprey."
As they passed the spot where they had halted, George Lechmere told two of the blacks to pick up the stretchers and carry them along. They were merely two light poles, with a wattle work formed of giant creepers worked for some six feet in length between them.
"What are those for?" Bertha asked, as she passed them.