I laid Tota down, caught my horse, undid his knee halter, and saddled up.

As I was doing so a thought struck me, and I told Indaba-zimbi to run to the laager and see if he could find my double-barrelled gun and some powder and shot, for I had only my elephant "roer" and a few charges of powder and ball with me.
He went, and while he was away, poor little Tota came to herself and began to cry, till she saw my face.
"Ah, I have had such a bad dream," she said, in Dutch: "I dreamed that the black Kaffirs were going to kill me.

Where is my papa ?" I winced at the question.

"Your papa has gone on a journey, dear," I said, "and left me to look after you.

We shall find him one day.