It exploded, the warrior sprung high into the air, and fell against my horse dead, his spear passing just in front of my face.
Without waiting to reload, or even to look if the main body of the Zulus had seen the death of their two scouts, I turned my horse and drove my heels into his sides.

As soon as I was down the slope of the rise I pulled a little to the right in order to intercept the waggons before the Zulus saw them.

I had not gone three hundred yards in this new direction when, to my utter astonishment, I struck a trail marked with waggon-wheels and the hoofs of oxen.

Of waggons there must have been at least eight, and several hundred cattle.

Moreover, they had passed within twelve hours; I could tell that by the spoor.