I felt that I had not weight enough for a scrimmage of the sort, also that I should perhaps be better employed using my wits outside and watching for a chance to be of service, like a half-back in a football field, than in getting my brains knocked out in a general row.

Or mayhap my heart failed me and I was afraid.

I dare say, for I have never pretended to great courage.

At any rate, I stopped outside and shot whenever I got the chance, not without effect, filling a humble but perhaps a useful part.
It was really magnificent, that fray.

How those Zulus did go in.