Indaba-zimbi was sitting on the box of the first, wrapped in a blanket.

I called him and told him the news.
"Ill tidings, Macumazahn," he said; "there will be dead Boers about to-morrow morning, but they will not attack till dawn, then they will wipe out the laager _so!_" and he passed his hand before his mouth.
"Stop that croaking, you white-headed crow," I said, though I knew his words were true.

What chance had a laager of ten waggons all told against at least two thousand of the bravest savages in the world?
"Macumazahn, will you take my advice this time ?" Indaba-zimbi said, presently.
"What is it ?" I asked.
"This.

Leave your waggons here, jump on that horse, and let us two run for it as hard as we can go.

The Zulus won't follow us, they will be looking after the Boers." "I won't leave the other white men," I said; "it would be the act of a coward.