The Pulaskian., 1915-09-17

son was sent away. He went back to the kraal. And there he gathered that the uprising was to take place within forty-eight hours.
 The natives planned to rush the lit tie settlement, twelve miles away, at dawn. It would be one of those mas sacres so familiar to African history. A rush of men, the yielding of the terrible stabbing spear-and Grey would be a thing of the past. Swift death for the men-for the women a worse fate
 Dawson knew all this through a contidant, and his heart, hot within him, approved. If Grey were oblit- erated, and it's three hundred souls sent into eternity, there would be no more sneering faces to greet him when he walked into the town. And the woman who wouldn't pass him, wouldn't even walk under the same sun with him-he pictured her in the power of the savage warriors.
 He had become so embittered that his mind was twisted, and he saw all this in the light of the natives He Justified it. On the night before the massacre was scheduled to occur he lay down in his kraal He knew that the natives were suspicious of him, were watching him. He woulS show them how ungrounded their suspicious were.
 He slept, and awakened suddenly to- ward morning. In his sleep a saner vision had come to him. He saw things in different prospective, now, himself in all his baseness, and Lady Sibyl prey to the savages Outside his hut a party of young men were keeping watch, armed with spears.
 The night was very dark. Dawson crawled noiselessly from where he lay and wriggled out of the hut door. He had to pass within dozen feet of the camp fire. But he was skilled in native craft.
 Listen, brother!" said one of the young men by the fire. What is that sound?"
 A 6udhG, duSWOTSQ Lu0 Otu6Is flinging his spear in that direction. Once beyond the range of hearing, Dawson rose to his feet and ran noise- lessly along the trail which led to- ward Grey. He knew that within a very few moments his absence would be discovered; but he must carry out his purpose now. He ran, hiding against the light of the rising moon, a shadow among the shadows of the trees.
 At the place where the trail joined the high road he came suddenly upon native picket. The two men were standing together, whispering. Daw- son leaped at them and bore them to the ground He ran. He heard two spears whiz past his head and the. hoarse cries of the savages to their compatriots. But Dawson had been a famous sprinter in his college days and now, untrained though he was, the old instinct awoke in him. He out distanced the picket.
 He heard the hollow sound of tap
 
 natives were sounding hollow trees to warn those in front of him. He ran with pumping lungs and bursting heart, until he saw Grey, shadow on the horizon against the misty dawn.
 Two miles-and the attack might begin at any moment now. He quick ened his speed. A group of armed warriors burst out from among the trees. They flung their spears, but missed him. He was almost invisible among the reeds of the dried river bed; and he ran. He heard their steps still safe.
 A mile, and it was growing light. The savages must be around the town, waiting for the signal to close. He stopped A cluster of shadows against the sky resolved itself into one wing of the savage army, drawn up in battle array.
 He knew that they would wait sev- eral minutes while the witch-doctor gave them medicine" to make them invulnerable against bullets. He worked his way round among the reeds. He had got fifty yards in front of them before he heard the rustling of their shields; and he knew that Grey had still ten minutes of grace.
 He was in Grey now. He passed like a shadow between the outlying houses, running along the highway until he reached the administrator house, next to the police camp. He beat loud tattoo upon the doors.
 Turn out!" he screamed Turn out all men The natives are attack ing Grey!"
 It needed but moment before the alarm took effect. The sentries, the guard came running to the gates. Dawson shouted to them with all his failing strength of voice. pointing down the main road. They under stood.
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