He made one noise, no more; he will never make another noise, for my head smashed him up inside and the rock hurt me through him.

Then the other two hit me with kerries--great blows--and my arms being tied I could not defend myself, though I knew that they would soon kill me; so I groaned and dropped down, pretending to be dead--just like a stink-cat.
"At last, thinking that they had finished me, the Basutos ran away in a great hurry, for they feared lest you might hear the shouting and should come after them with rifles.

They were so much afraid that they left the gun and most of the other things.

After that I fainted; it was silly, but those kerries of theirs are of rhinoceros horn--I should not have minded so much had they been of wood, but the horn bites deep.

That is all the story.