hoarsely. "We have got to go together," and I cocked both barrels of
the pistol.

The Hottentot, Hans, who was in the place with us, saw and understood.

"It is right, it is best!" he said; and turning, he hid his eyes with
his hand.

"Wait a little, Allan," she exclaimed; "it will be time when the door is
down, and perhaps God may still help us."

"He may," I answered doubtfully; "but I would not count on it. Nothing
can save us now unless the others come to rescue us, and that's too much
to hope for."

Then a thought struck me, and I added with a dreadful laugh: "I wonder
where we shall be in five minutes."

"Oh! together, dear; together for always in some new and beautiful
world, for you do love me, don't you, as I love you? Maybe that's
better than living on here where we should be sure to have troubles and
perhaps be separated at last."

I nodded my head, for though I loved life, I loved Marie more, and I
felt that we were making a good end after a brave fight. They were
battering at the door now, but, thank Heaven, Marais had made strong
doors, and it held a while.

The wood began to give at last, an assegai appeared through a shattered
plank, but Hans stabbed along the line of it with the spear he held,