I go to lead the charge.

The Amawombe have orders to defend you to the last, for I wish you to see the finish of this fight.

Farewell." Then off he hurried, followed by his orderlies and staff-officers.
I never saw him again alive, though I think that once in after years I did meet his idhlozi in his kraal under strange circumstances.

But that has nothing to do with this history.
As for me, having reloaded, I mounted my horse again, being afraid lest, if I went on shooting, I should miss and spoil my reputation.

Besides, what was the use of killing more men unless I was obliged?
There were plenty ready to do that.
Another minute, and the regiment in front of us began to move, while the other two behind it ostentatiously sat themselves down in their ranks, to show that they did not mean to spoil sport.