Don't you remember I told you I should kill a man in this place and about a woman ?" "I remember nothing," I answered boldly, "except that if we stop here much longer we shall have those Basutos on us.

That brute was whistling to them and holding the horses till they came to kill us.

Pull yourself together, take the reins and follow me." He obeyed, being a skilful whip enough who, as he informed me afterwards, had been accustomed to drive a four-in-hand at home.
Mounting my horse, which stood by, I guided the cart out of the wood and down the slope beyond, till at length we came to our old outspan where I proposed to turn on to the wagon track which ran to Pilgrim's Rest.

I say proposed, for when I looked up it I perceived about five hundred yards away a number of armed Basutos running towards us, the red light of the sunset shining on their spears.

Evidently the scout or spy to whom Rodd whistled, had called them out of their ambush which they had set for us on the Pilgrim's Rest road in order that they might catch us if we tried to escape that way.
Now there was only one thing to be done.