Here I made a great blunder.

I should have left my horse with my Kaffir, and bidden him follow me.

But I was too eager to be cautious, so I let it go, and crying to the Kaffir to await me, I ran towards the litter.
Henriques had laid his plans well.

The column had abandoned the priest, and by the litter were only the two bearers.

As I caught sight of them one fell with a bullet in his chest.