Then I understood; the Impi was following the track of the waggons, which, in all probability, belonged to a party of emigrant Boers.
The spoor of the waggons ran in the direction I wished to go, so I followed it.

About a mile further on I came to the crest of a rise, and there, about five furlongs away, I saw the waggons drawn up in a rough laager upon the banks of the river.

There, too, were my own waggons trekking down the slope towards them.
In another five minutes I was there.

The Boers--for Boers they were--were standing about outside the little laager watching the approach of my two waggons.

I called to them, and they turned and saw me.