Cassell's Magazine, vol. 41, no. 6

As she staggered backwards she saw a huge and loathesome shape rushing away into the darkness

'Benita! Benita! Have you come to tell me that I must join you?'

Now began Benita's terrible time

'Who gave you and your brother yonder your lives?'

'No more shall the white witch stand upon the pillar point'

Benita

Behold! Before her lay the burst bag

Splashing through the mud upon the unknown banks of the Zambesi, flying from death to death!

Meyer was disarmed and bound fast to a tree

'No lie,' he screamed, 'no lie,' as he dragged the stuff out and smelt at it

The End