“Yes, we will do that, Macumazahn, but I thought he said that we should be killed and that this pleased him.”

“Oh dear no!” I answered hastily.  “How could he be pleased if that happened, since then he would be left defenceless, if he were not killed too.  Now, Umslopogaas, let us make a plan for this fight.”

So, together with Robertson, rapidly we discussed the thing.  As a result, with the help of the Zulus, we dragged together some loose stones and the tops of three small thorn trees which we had cut down, and with them made a low breastwork, sufficient to give us some protection if we lay down to shoot.  It was the work of a few minutes since we had prepared the material when we camped in case an emergency should arise.

Behind this breastwork we gathered and waited, Robertson and I being careful to get a little to the rear of the Zulus, who it will be remembered had the rifles which the Strathmuir bastards had left behind them when they bolted, in addition to their axes and throwing assegais.  The question was how these cannibals would fight.  I knew that they were armed with long spears and knives but I did not know if they used those spears for thrusting or for throwing.  In the former case it would be difficult to get at them with the axes because they must have the longer reach.  Fortunately as it turned out, they did both.

At length all was ready and there came that long and trying wait, the most disagreeable part of a fight in which one grows nervous and begins to reflect earnestly upon one’s sins.  Clearly the Amahagger, if they really intended business, did not mean to attack till just before dawn, after the common native fashion, thinking to rush us in the low and puzzling light.  What perplexed me was that they should wish to attack us at all after having let so many opportunities of doing so go by.  Apparently these men were now in sight of their own home, where no doubt they had many friends, and by pushing on could reach its shelter before us, especially as they knew the roads and we did not.

They had come out for a secret purpose that seemed to have to do with the abduction of a certain young white woman for reasons connected with their tribal statecraft or ritual, which is the kind of thing that happens not infrequently among obscure and ancient African tribes.  Well, they had abducted their young woman and were in sight of safety and success in their objects, whatever these might be.  For what possible reason, then, could they desire to risk a fight with the outraged friends and relatives of that young woman?

It was true that they outnumbered us and therefore had a good chance of victory, but on the other hand, they must know that it would be very dearly won, and if it were not won, that we should retake their captive, so that all their trouble would have been for nothing.  Further they must be as exhausted and travel-worn as we were ourselves and in no condition to face a desperate battle.