The assegais shot up towards him like tongues of steel, and when I looked again he was gone.
I turned sick with fear and rage.

But alas! what could I do?
They were all dead now, and probably my own turn was coming, only my death with not be so swift.
The fight was ended, and the two lines on the slope broke their order, and moved down to the laager.

Presently we were there, and a dreadful sight it was.

Many of the attacking Zulus were dead--quite fifty I should say, and at least a hundred and fifty were wounded, some of them mortally.

The chief Sususa gave an order, the dead men were picked up and piled in a heap, while those who were slightly hurt walked off to find some one to tie up their wounds.