Ah! a good leap far out into the torrent; it was strong, but he breasted it.

He was through, he stood upon the bank shaking the water from him like a dog, and now he was away up the narrow gorge of stones to the long slope, running low as his wolves ran.
Before him lay the town--one side shone silver with the sinking moon, one was grey with the breaking dawn.

Ah! they were there, he saw them moving through the grass by the eastern gate; he saw the long lines of slayers creep to the left and the right.
How could he pass them before the circle of death was drawn?
Six spear-throws to run, and they had but such a little way! The mealie-plants were tall, and at a spot they almost touched the fence.

Up the path! Could Umslopogaas, his brother, move more fast, he wondered, than the Wolf who sped to save him?
He was there, hidden by the mealie stalks, and there, along the fence to the right and to the left, the slayers crept! "Wow! What was that ?" said one soldier of the king to another man as they joined their guard completing the death circle.

"Wow! something great and black crashed through the fence before me." "I heard it, brother," answered the other man.