"If he only would!" Arthur burst out. "I'm beginning to feel that he's going to get me yet. Something tells me he's going to get me." "Nonsense," said Evan heartily. "Get a grip on yourself, old man." "If he killed me," Arthur muttered morosely, "he'd be satisfied. I'm the one he's after. If he killed me, he might go off and leave the rest of you in peace." "Don't be an ass, Arthur," I told him sharply. "The beast can't distinguish between white men. He'd be just as apt to try to wipe out the lot of us, and I have a strong objection to being wiped out." Arthur walked out on the veranda and stood there, leaning against the side of the house and staring moodily off into the bush. Evan looked at me significantly. "Nerves," he said quietly. "I feel the same way, but I'm trying not to show it. I'll go and round up the dogs. I have a feeling that something is due to happen to-night." I went out to the back. Alicia saw me passing her door and joined me, leaving Mrs. Braymore behind. "Have you decided on your course?" she asked in a low voice. "You know both of us are willing to do anything you think wise. You mustn't hold back for fear we may not be able to stand hardships." I shook my head. "The only thing we can do," I said wearily, "is hope the beast turns up to-night and that we kill him." Alicia put out her hand and let it rest on my shoulder in comradely fashion. "Please don't be discouraged," she said urgently. "We've stood so much, surely we can endure a little more." I tried to smile. "We'll stick it out. It must be much harder for you and Mrs. Braymore." "Don't worry about us." Alicia shook her head decidedly. "It's the waiting for the beast to come that worries you. We're growing accustomed to grisly sights, but you'll never be used to just waiting. Why, I've got so I can look at those poor natives and not even shiver." My eyes followed her glance. I smiled wryly. "It isn't pleasant for me to look at that particular native," I remarked. "He was one of my carriers. I bought and freed him when he was to be used for food--a tribe in the interior. All my boys joined Evan's blacks." Alicia looked at me with her large eyes. "Let's go and talk to Arthur," she said suddenly. "He needs cheering as much as you do." The veranda of the casa went all the way around it. Arthur, when I had seen him, was leaning against the wall before the main door. Alicia and I walked around the outside. "I didn't thank you for shooting down the hole in the flooring----" I began, then quickly snapped my hand to the pistol at my belt.