The Monomatapa rose to his feet and pointed with atrembling finger. A smear of blood was still streaked acrosshis cheek. Hal hesitated. They made good progress, the grey mare trotting easily with themhanging onto her traces and running beside her.
Then they rolled the kegs of gunpowder, with the slow match out ontothe narrow ledge, and set up the gantry and sheave blocks with the roperove through. At that moment abellow stopped him dead. Then he was jerked beneaththe surface. Katinka did not stop at the saddle but, with the whip and -the tinyneedle-sharp spur under her riding habit, goaded the mare onward andsent her plunging straight down the far slope.
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