There was a flat space a mile or two square, and all round it stern black ramparts of rock.

This must be Inanda's Kraal, a strong place if ever one existed, for a few men could defend all the approaches.

Considering that I had warned Arcoll of this rendezvous, I marvelled that no attempt had been made to hold the entrance.

The place was impregnable unless guns were brought up to the heights.

I remember thinking of a story I had heard--how in the war Beyers took his guns into the Wolkberg, and thereby saved them from our troops.