"Yes, I'm here, safe, waiting for the mist to lift, and the water to run
down."

"God be thanked," yelled the distant Tom. "We thought that you were surely
drowned. But, then, why is your voice changed?"

"Because an English heer is with me," cried Rachel. "Go and look for his
horse and bring a rope, then wait till the mist rises. Also send to tell
the pastor and my mother that I am safe."

"I am here, Rachel," shouted another voice, her father's. "I have been
looking for you all night, and we have got the Englishman's horse. Don't
come into the water yet. Wait till we can see."

"That's good news, any way," said Richard, "though I shall have to ride
hard to catch up the waggons."

Rachel's face fell.

"Yes," she said; "very good news."

"Are you glad that I am going, then?" he asked in an offended tone.

"It was you who said the news was good," she replied gently.

"I meant I was glad that they had caught my horse, not that I had to ride
away on it. Are you sorry, then?" and he glanced at her anxiously.

"Yes, I am sorry, for we have made friends, haven't we? It won't matter to
you who will find plenty of people down there at the Cape, but you see