I echoed the question in my own mind.

Why of that great company did I alone remain alive?
An answer seemed to rise within me: That I might be one of the instruments of vengeance upon that devilish murderer, Dingaan.

Looking upon those poor shattered and desecrated frames that had been men, I swore in my heart that if I lived I would not fail in that mission.

Nor did I fail, although the history of that great repayment cannot be told in these pages.
Turning my eyes from this dreadful sight, I saw that on the opposite slope, where we had camped during our southern trek from Delagoa, still stood the huts and wagons of the Reverend Mr.Owen.I asked Kambula whether he and his people were also dead.
"No, Inkoos," he answered; "they are of the Children of George, as you are, and therefore the king has spared them, although he is going to send them out of the country." This was good news, so far as it went, and I asked again if Thomas Halstead had also been spared, since he, too, was an Englishman.
"No," said Kambula.

"The king wished to save him, but he killed two of our people and was dragged off with the rest.