Little they heeded the spears and kerries of the soldiers.

Some were killed, but the rest did not stay.
Presently the knots of men broke up, and to each man wolves hung by twos and threes, dragging him to earth.

Some few fled, indeed, but the wolves hunted them by gaze and scent, and pulled them down before they passed the gates of the kraal.
The Wolf-Brethren also ravened with the rest.

Busy was the Watcher, and many bowed beneath him, and often the spear of Umslopogaas flashed in the moonlight.

It was finished; none were left living in that kraal, and the wolves growled sullenly as they took their fill, they who had been hungry for many days.