Therefore there would be no check till the time came for the priest's litter to cross.
It was well that I had not had my bonds cut.

Henriques came riding towards me, his face sharp and bright as a ferret's.

He pulled up and asked if I were safe.

My Kaffir showed my strapped elbows and feet, and tugged at the cords to prove their tightness.
'Keep him well,' said Henriques, 'or you will answer to Inkulu.
Forward with him now and get him through the water.' Then he turned and rode back.
My warder, apparently obeying orders, led me out of the column and into the bush on the right hand.

Soon we were abreast of the litter and some twenty yards to the west of it.