Within a minute they were spread fan-wise between us and the Greeks, making a screen we could not shoot through.
"Scatter to right and left!" Brown shouted.

"Get round the wings!" But what was the use?
He was in the center, and short-winded.

I climbed on an ant-hill.
"The Greeks are on the run!" I said.

"They are headed southward! They've got their boys together, and have abandoned the cattle! They're off with their tent and belongings due south!" "The cowards!" swore Brown, with such disappointment that Will and I laughed.
"Laugh all you like!" he said.

"I've a long job on my hands! I'll have revenge on 'em if it takes the rest o' my life! I'll follow 'em to hell-and-gone!" "Meanwhile," I said, still standing on the ant-hill, "the Masai are following the cattle! They're smoking this way in two single columns of about twenty spears in each.