But it was not to be. With a supreme effort she wrenched her wrist free from her opponent's grasp, and turning with the rapidity of a cat, leaped out of sight in the darkness. But a moment later she stumbled over a boulder and sprawled headlong. Before she could rise her pursuer was upon her and had stabbed her twice through the body with his assegai. "Ha! Spawn of a Fingo dog!" cried Josane, his voice assuming a fierce, throaty growl in the delirious satiety of his vengeance. "I am Josane-- whom thou wouldst have thrown to the serpents, as thou didst this white man--ha! whom thou wouldst have given alive to feed the black ants, as thou didst Vudana, my kinsman. Ha! I am Josane, who was eaten up at thy accursed bidding. Ha! But I lived for revenge and it has come. Ha! How does this feel?--and this?--and this?" With each ejaculation "ha!" he had plunged his assegai into the writhing body of the prostrate witch-doctress. To the white men his aspect was that of a fiend--standing there in the cavernous gloom, his eyes rolling in frenzy--literally digging with his spear into the body of his vanquished enemy, out of which the red blood was squirting in a dozen great jets. Not until the corpse had entirely ceased to move did he cease his furious stabs. "The hell-hag is dead!" he cried, as he at length turned to leave. "The hell-hag is dead," he repeated, turning the words into a fierce chant of exultation. "The hell-hag bleeds, and my revenge is sweet. Ha! Revenge is brighter than the sun in the heavens, for it is red, blood red. Ha! Mine enemy is dead!" By this time they had returned to the brink of the pit. But there was no sign of Hlangani. Something like dismay was on every face. The fragments of his shattered lantern lay strewn about at the bottom of the hole, but of the savage himself there was no sign. It was marvellous. All three men were first-rate shots. It was impossible that any one of them could have missed him at that distance, let alone all three. How could he have got away with three bullets in his body? Cautiously they hunted everywhere with increasing anxiety, but nothing occurred to reward their search. The latter led them almost back to the great rock-chamber where the serpents swarmed. Still no sign of Hlangani. This was serious in the extreme. They would have their hands full enough with the wretched maniac, even if they succeeded in bringing him away at all; and the idea that the fierce Gcaleka, desperately wounded perhaps, might be lying in wait, in some awkward place, ready to fall upon them with all the reckless, despairing ferocity of a cornered leopard, was anything but encouraging. Or, what if he had escaped altogether, and were to bring back a swarm of his countrymen to cut off their retreat. "I tell you what it is," said Hoste. "The sooner we get this poor chap out, and clear out ourselves, the better." This was true enough; but how to act upon it was another thing.