Stephen was better off in this respect, for, looking round, to my astonishment I saw Hope, who had left her mother on the other side of the hill, in the act of capping his second gun.

I should explain that during our stay in Beza Town we had taught her how to use a rifle.
I called to him to send her away, but again she would not go, even after a bullet had pierced her dress.
Still, all our shooting could not stop that rush of men, made desperate by the fear of a fiery death.

Leaving many stretched out behind them, the first of the Arabs drew near to the south gate.
"My father," said Mavovo in my ear, "now the real fighting is going to begin.

The gate will soon be down.

_We_ must be the gate." I nodded, for if the Arabs once got through, there were enough of them left to wipe us out five times over.