We crept to the top of the rise like sportsmen stalking a buck.

The slope on the other side was strewn with rocks, among which grew bushes and tall grass.
"They must have gone down the Donga," I said to Indaba-zimbi, "I can't see one of them." As I spoke there came a roar of men all round me.

From every rock, from every tuft of grass rose a Zulu warrior.

Before I could turn, before I could lift a gun, I was seized and thrown.
"Hold him! Hold the White Spirit fast!" cried a voice.

"Hold him, or he will slip away like a snake.