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The Matabele it was, sure enough; there could be no doubt of it, for soon three other men joined the sentry and began to talk with him, pointing with their great spears at the side of the hill. Evidently they were arranging a surprise when there was sufficient light to carry it out.
"They have seen our fire," whispered her father to Benita; "now, if we wish to save our lives, there is only one thing to do -- ride for it before they muster. The impi will be camped upon the other side of the hill, so we must take the road we came by."