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"Rebellion!" she exclai--now, at the very minute when I should have help, faith and cooperation!

"Open! Open, in the naiven you--our law!" she cried loudly in the Merucaan tongue

No answer

She snatched out a pistol, and with the butt loudly smote the planks of palm-wood Within, the echoes rumbled dully, but no human voice replied

"Traitors! Cowards!" she defied the opposing power "I, a woman, your mistress, am come to save you, and you bar reater haste, she ran down along the pathway toward the next door

That, too, was sealed And the next, and the fourth, and all, every one, both on the upper and the lower terrace, all--all were barricaded, even to the great gap made by the landslide

Fron that any heard or noticed her Dumb, mute, passive, invincible rebellion!

In vain she called, commanded, pleaded, explained, entreated No answer The white barbarians, all banded against her now, had shut the, to wait their destiny alone

How ht yet be saved, ould die without her help? She could not tell The uncertainty maddened her

"If they den up, that way," she said, "pestilencethem and all may die! And then what? If I'm left all alone in the wilderness with Gesafaht was too horrible for contemplation So many blows had crashed home to her soul the past week--even the past few hours--that the girl felt nuhthtful unreality--Allan's absence, the avalanche, H'yemba's attack, and this widespread, silent defiance of her power

Only a few days before Allan had been there with her--strong, vigorous, confident

Authority had been suprened Health and life and vigor had been everywhere On the horizon of existence no cloud; none over the sun of progress

And now, suddenly--annihilation!

With a groan that was a sob, her face drawn and pale, eyes fixed and unseeing, Beatrice turned back up the terrace path, back up the steep, toward the only door still at her coe Folk still loyal; back toward her child

Her head felt strangely giddy The depths at her left hand, below the parapet of stone, seeht so like a veil was drawn; and yet it was not a veil, but a peculiar haze, now and then intershot with sparkles of pale light