"Of course I won't leave you, Jimmie darling," sobbed Nidia, bending down and kissing his forehead; for well she knew what this deepening coma portended. Soon again he spoke, but in the feeblest of murmurs. "You must go. They'll come back and find you; then they'll kill you, the devils. You must go. Hide in the bush, down below the river-bank. They won't look there. Go--go quick. They'll come back. Hark! I hear them." "But I won't go, Jimmie; I won't leave you, whether they kill me or not," she sobbed, moved to the heart by the unselfishness of this child-hero, who had first slain with his own hand two of the murderers of his parents, and now was urging her to leave him to the solitude he dreaded, lest she should meet with the same fate. But this heroic injunction was his last utterance. A few minutes, and the head fell back, the eyes opening wide in a glassy stare. Little Jimmie had joined his murdered kindred. The sun sank beneath the rim of the world, and the purple shades of the brief twilight deepened over this once peaceful homestead, now a mausoleum for its butchered inmates lying in their blood. And still Nidia sat there holding the head of the dead boy in her lap. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. WHAT HAPPENED AT JEKYLL'S STORE. Jekyll's Store, near Malengwa, was an institution of considerable importance in its way, for there not only did prospectors and travellers and settlers replenish their supplies, but it served as a place of general "roll up," when the monotony of life in camp or on lonely farms began to weigh upon those destined to lead the same. Its situation was an open slope, fronting a rolling country, more or less thickly grown with wild fig and mahobo-hobo, mimosa and feathery acacia. Behind, some three or four hundred yards, rose a low ridge of rocks, whose dull greyness was relieved by the vivid green of sugar-bush. Strategically its position was bad, but this was a side to which those who planted it there had not given a thought. The Maxims of the Company's forces had done for the natives for ever and a day. There was not a kick left in them.