They hung and wavered on the slope; then from the Amawombe ranks rose a roar of _"Umbelazi wins!"_ Watching intently, we saw the Usutu giving back.

Down the slope they went, leaving the ground in front of them covered with black spots which we knew to be dead or wounded men.
"Why does not the Elephant charge home ?" said Maputa in a perplexed voice.

"The Usutu bull is on his back! Why does he not trample him ?" "Because he is afraid, I suppose," I answered, and went on watching.
There was plenty to see, as it happened.

Finding that they were not pursued, Cetewayo's impi reformed swiftly at the bottom of the slope, in preparation for another charge.

Among that of Umbelazi, above them, rapid movements took place of which I could not guess the meaning, which movements were accompanied by much noise of angry shouting.