For thirty paces or so he ran on, then suddenly he halted and saluted with his spear, crying in a loud voice: "Chief, I report myself, I am present." Next he stretched his arms wide and fell forward upon his face.

When they reached him he was quite dead.
"This is a strange story that we have heard about the Zulus and the folk in Natal," said Jan, rubbing his forehead.
"I think that the man was wandering in his mind," answered Ralph, "still there may be truth in it; but, father," he added, with a gasp of fear, and, catching Jan by the arm, "what has happened on the mountain Umpondwana?
The Zulus have been there, and--what has happened on the mountain ?" Jan shook his head, but did not answer, for he knew too well what happens where the Zulu impis pass.
Notwithstanding that Ralph was mad with impatience we halted the waggon for a few minutes to take counsel, and in the end decided to send the voorlooper back to the camp which we had left to warn our friends of what we had learned as to the onslaught on our brethren in Natal, though we had small faith in the story.

But either the lad ran away, or some accident befell him, or he failed to find the Boers who had already trekked, at the least our message never reached them, nor did we see him again.

Then we went on, Gaasha leading the oxen as quickly as they could walk.

All that afternoon we travelled almost in silence, following the spoor of the impi backwards, for our hearts were full of fear.