Now, however, the thing was different, as I was fighting for my life.

Leaning against my camel, which was dying and beating its head upon the ground, groaning horribly the while, I emptied the five cartridges of the repeater into those Black Kendah, pausing between each shot to take aim, with the result that presently five riderless horses were galloping loose about the veld.
The effect was electrical, since our attackers had never seen anything of the kind before.

For a while they all drew off, which gave me time to reload.

Then they came on again and I repeated the process.

For a second time they retreated and after consultation which lasted for a minute or more, made a third attack.