"Pepworth Hill knows Long Tom no more," was the orderly's next remark. "He now reigns on Little Bulwan, below Lombard's Kop. His range is nearer. If this sort of thing goes on, Ladysmith will soon be taken."
"I don't believe it," answered Mollie.
She hurried past the orderly and went into the hotel. She ran upstairs at once to Kitty's room. Kitty was standing in the middle of the floor. Her face looked ghastly.
"What is the matter?" she said, the moment she saw her sister.
"Oh, I am so terribly frightened!"
"What of?" asked Mollie, speaking in a soothing tone.
"That awful report—the bursting of a shell at night. Oh, what does it mean?"
"I hope nothing to frighten you, Kitty; but, of course, you quite understand that all our lives are in danger. They are all in His hands, Kitty—in His hands who does nothing wrong; who has ordered the day and the hour, and the manner of our deaths, when death comes."
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," said Kitty. "You terrify me—oh, how you terrify me!"
"You sent for me, Kitty," said Mollie.