Now the gateway and the tunnel beyond were so choked with fallen men that the enemy must drag these out before they could charge any more.

It was done under the fire of myself, Hans and a few picked shots--somehow it was done.
Once more they charged, and once more were mown down.

So it went on till our last cartridge was spent, for never did I see more magnificent courage than was shown by those Black Kendah in the face of terrific loss.

Then my people threw aside their useless rifles and arming themselves with spears and swords fell back to rest, leaving Harut and his company to take their place.

For half an hour or more raged that awful struggle, since the spot being so narrow, charge as they would, the Black Kendah could not win through the spears of despairing warriors defending their lives and the sanctuary of their god.