Across the ravine, perhaps at five hundred yards, heads were to be seen popping up and down in a fort of Tamesese's.

On both sides the same enthusiasm without council, the same senseless vigilance, reigned.

Some took aim; some blazed before them at a venture.

Now--when a head showed on the other side--one would take a crack at it, remarking that it would never do to "miss a chance." Now they would all fire a volley and bob down; a return volley rang across the ravine, and was punctually answered: harmless as lawn-tennis.
The whites expostulated in vain.

The warriors, drunken with noise, made answer by a fresh general discharge and bade their visitors run while it was time.