Now it was that Sihamba guessed their purpose for the first time, for until then she had believed that they were cutting the trees to use them as battering rams against the walls.
"They are coming on us by the path of the river," she said, and called for men to sally out and prevent them making the bridge from the bank to the saddle.

But none answered her, for they dared not face the Zulus in the open.
"The water will sweep them away," they said; "moreover, when they try to land we can spear them." "Cowards," she moaned, "on your own heads be your doom." So the Umpondwana contented themselves with standing behind the first wall and casting volleys of spears at those who thrust out the trees within thirty paces of them, while Zinti shot at them with his gun, killing several.

But coming between, the Zulus made a shield hedge to protect their comrades, so that the light throwing assegais did little hurt, and of the few that the gun killed they thought nothing.
Presently the ends of the trees lay beneath the water on the ridge of rock, and the captain commanded a certain _induna_ to lead his men across.

Now all natives fear a wet death, and though he was a brave man who would gladly have rushed the fortifications alone had he been so commanded, this soldier to whom the captain spoke looked askance at the furious torrent and hesitated.

But that captain had served under Chaka, and knew how to deal with those who showed doubt or fear.