We are not going to die this time, Baas.

Those who have the Great Medicine don't die; it is the others who die, like that fellow," and he pointed to an Amahagger who went reeling round and round with a bullet from his Winchester through the middle, for he had fired in the midst of his remarks.
"Curse--I mean bless--the Great Medicine," I said as I lifted my rifle to my shoulder.
At that moment all those Amahagger--there were about sixty of them left--became seized with a certain perturbation.

They stood still, they stared towards the fold of ground out of which they had emerged; they called to each other words which I did not catch, and then--they turned to run.
Umslopogaas saw, and with a leader's instinct, acted.

Springing over the parapet, followed by his remaining Zulus of the Axe, he leapt upon them with a roar.

Down they went before _Inkosikaas_, like corn before a sickle.