de it known to his followers
that they had got to fight, and fight hard. They were already in
position; that had been arranged during the parley.

"Can you trust these Arabs of yours, Haviland?" asked Oakley in a low
tone. "Will they fight against their own countrymen?"

"Trust them? Rather. Besides, these are not their own countrymen.
Another tribe altogether. And they are always fighting among
themselves. They enjoy it."

Kumbelwa, who had been placed in command of the armed bearers, was
squatted on the ground, his snuff horn and spoon in his hand, and was
taking copious quantities of snuff in the most unperturbed manner.
There was no excitement about him now. That was to come.

"They know our strength, or rather our weakness," said Haviland. "They
can judge to a man by our tracks how many real fighters we have got.
Somala says they will try rushing us."

Hardly had the words left his mouth when the rattle of a sudden volley,
and a line of smoke from the enemy's front solved all doubts as to the
intentions of the latter. Bullets came singing through the trees, and a
shower of twigs fell about their ears in all directions. One, which had
fallen just short, ricochetted and struck one of the armed bearers,
killing him instantly. But the defenders reserved their fire.

Then it was seen that a crowd of blacks was stealing up from another
side, taking advantage of every unevenness in the ground--of shrubs,
stones, everything. At the same time the Arabs from their position
poured in another volley. It was rather better aimed than the first,
but, beyond slightly wounding two men, took no effect. But with a wild,
blood-curdling scream, the dark horde which threatened their rear
charged forward, and gained a position yet nearer. Then the shooting
began. Haviland and Oakley, leaving the other side to the doctor and
Somala, had sprung to confront this new peril. Their rifles spoke, and
two of the advancing savages pitched forward on their faces. Then
Kumbelwa's turn came, and Kumbelwa was one of the few Zulus who could
shoot. Lying full length behind the breastwork, he had got his rifle
sighted on to a black head which kept appearing and disappearing behind
a shrub. Up it came again, and this time Kumbelwa loosed _off_. The
black head sprang into the air and a huge body beneath it, which last
turned a complete somersault, and lay in a huddled still heap beyond.
The Zulu's exultation took the form of a d