This ridge began at a point within the last line of walls and ran down to some five-and-twenty paces below the first wall.

Swart Piet had noted the ridge.
"There is a saddle on which you may ride to victory," he said.
"How so, Bull-Head ?" asked the captain.
"Thus.

Yonder stand trees with tall stems and green tops; cut them down and make a bridge from the bank to the saddle; then wade up the saddle where the water is not more than waist deep, till you are past the third wall and reach the bank inside it as best you can." Now although he was a brave man, as were all the Zulus in those days, the captain looked long and doubtfully at the white water which foamed upon the ridge.
"There is death in that water," he said.
"Death for some and victory for others," answered Van Vooren, "but if you fear it, go back to Dingaan and tell him so, for in no other way can this mountain be taken, seeing that it is impregnable, and that thirst alone can conquer it." "I fear nothing, white man," answered the Zulu, "but if you are so brave, why, show us black people the way along yonder ridge!" Piet shrugged his shoulders.

"I wish to keep alive for reasons of my own; besides, I am not a soldier of Dingaan," he answered.
Then the captain turned and commanded such men as had battle axes to cut down three of the longest trees, which they did, although the task was difficult, for the wood was hard and their axes were light.

When at length the trees were down they rolled them uphill to a spot where the ridge of rock ended, which was not more than thirty paces from the face of the outer wall.