But the sight of Stumm's plan worked wonders.

After that he was fairly bundled down communication trenches and then over swampy fields to a farm among trees.

There he found staff officers, who looked at him and looked at his map, and then put him on a horse and hurried him eastwards.

At last he came to a big ruined house, and was taken into a room which seemed to be full of maps and generals.
The conclusion must be told in Peter's words.
'There was a big man sitting at a table drinking coffee, and when I saw him my heart jumped out of my skin.

For it was the man I hunted with on the Pungwe in '98--him whom the Kaffirs called "Buck's Horn", because of his long curled moustaches.