But I saw that the blood of the Umtetwas was up; they did not mean to be beaten back this time, and the end was near.

See! six men had leapt on to a waggon, slain the man behind it, and sprung into the laager.

They were killed there, but others followed, and then I turned my head.

But I could not shut my ears to the cries of rage and death, and the terrible _S'gee! S'gee!_ of the savages as they did their work of murder.

Once only I looked up and saw poor Hans Botha standing on a waggon smiting down men with the butt of his rifle.