Indeed some wandering Swazis on the further bank shouted to us that we should be drowned if we tried to cross.
"Which means that the only thing to do is to stay until the water runs down," I said to Anscombe, for the two women, tired out, were asleep.
"I suppose so," he answered, "unless those Basutos--" I looked back up the long slope down which we had come and saw no one.

Then I raised myself in my stirrups and looked along another track that joined the road just here, leading from the bush-veld, as ours led from the high-veld.

The sun was rising now, dispersing the mist that hung about the trees after the wet.
Searching among these with my eyes, presently I perceived the light gleaming upon what I knew must be the points of spears projecting above the level of the ground vapour.
"Those devils are after us by the lower road," I said to Anscombe, adding, "I heard them pass the old cattle kraal last night.

They followed our spoor over the edge of the hill, but in the dark lost it among the stones." He whistled and asked what was to be done.
"That is for you to decide," I answered.

"For my part I'd rather risk the river than the Basutos," and I looked at the slumbering Heda.
"Can we bolt back the way we came, Allan ?" "The horses are very spent and we might meet more Basutos," and again I looked at Heda.
"A hard choice, Allan.