Next came the cries of the smitten men and horses that were falling everywhere, and then--the unmistakable sound of a stampede.
"They have gone.

That was too warm for them, Baas," chuckled Hans exultingly.
"Yes," I answered, when I had at length succeeded in stopping the firing, "but I expect they will come back with the light.

Still, that trick of yours has cost them dear, Hans." By degrees the dawn began to break.

It was, I remember, a particularly beautiful dawn, resembling a gigantic and vivid rose opening in the east, or a cup of brightness from which many coloured wines were poured all athwart the firmament.

Very peaceful also, for not a breath of wind was stirring.