Just at this juncture I arrived.
"Let the man go," I shouted to him.

"Is there not enough death here already ?" "Yes," answered Umslopogaas, "I think there is.

Best that this jackal should live to eat his own shame," and he cast Thomaso to the ground, where he lay groaning.
Robertson, who was still asleep in the waggon, woke up at the noise, and descended from it, looking dazed.

I got him to the house and in doing so made my way past, or rather between the bodies of the two Zulus and of the six men whom they had killed, also of him whom Inez had shot.

Those Zulus had made a splendid fight for they were covered with wounds, all of them in front, as I found upon examination.
Having made Robertson lie down upon his bed, I took a good look at the slain Amahagger.