As I threw on my things I told them all.
"Send out messengers," I said, "to Marais--he is at Botha's farm--and to all the neighbours.

Send, for your lives; gather up the friendly Kaffirs and ride like hell for Maraisfontein.

Don't talk to me, father; don't talk! Go and do what I tell you.

Stay! Give me two guns, fill the saddle-bags with powder tins and loopers, and tie them to my mare.

Oh! be quick, be quick!" Now at length they understood, and flew this way and that with candles and lanterns.