Stephen got a knock on the head from the butt end of a gun, and tumbled against me, nearly upsetting me.

As I recovered myself I looked round in despair.
Now it was that I saw a very welcome sight, namely Hans, yes, the lost Hans himself, with his filthy hat whereof I noticed even then the frayed ostrich feathers were smouldering, hanging by a leather strap at the back of his head.

He was shambling along in a sly and silent sort of way, but at a great rate with his mouth open, beckoning over his shoulder, and behind him came about one hundred and fifty Mazitu.
Those Mazitu soon put another complexion upon the affair, for charging with a roar, they drove back the Arabs, who had no space to develop their line, straight into the jaws of that burning hell.

A little later the rest of the Mazitu returned with Babemba and finished the job.

Only quite a few of the Arabs got out and were captured after they had thrown down their guns.