But this, to my surprise, they showed no inclination to do. On the contrary they closed up in such wise as to bring the front waggon to a standstill. Short of cutting a way through them there was no method of proceeding, and there were about a hundred of them, all bristling with assegais. I had my revolver on though it was not visible, and for all their numbers I made up my mind to shoot the first who should lay a hand upon my people or my oxen: for there are times when forbearance may be stretched to a dangerous limit. What would have happened next I won't pretend to guess, but some sort of diversion must have occurred, for heads were turned, looking back over the way they had come. Then the crowd parted, precipitately too, some tumbling over each other's heels in their alacrity to get out of the way, and through the lane thus opened there rode up at a furious pace, a man--a white man. "Here, get out of this!" he bellowed, firing off a very blast of profanity. "Turn your blanked oxen round, and trek back--d'you hear? trek back a sight quicker than you came. D'you hear?" "May I be permitted to ask why?" I said, sarcastically. "No, you mayn't and be damned to you. But I'll tell you. Because I say so. That's why. Because _I_ say so. You've heard of me." "Don't know that I have. Who might you be when you're at home?" "I'm Dolf Norbury. That's who I might be. Dolf Norbury, d'you hear? I've got the trade up here, and I'm damned if I'm going to have any dirty winkler from Natal coming up here to make holes in it. Now--d'you hear?" "Winkler" meaning a small shopkeeper, was meant to be offensive. "Oh, so you're Dolf Norbury, are you?" I said, pretending to be impressed. "That's right. I'm Dolf Norbury, and no man ever got the blind side of me and kept it. Now--clear." "Ah!" I said. "I'm Godfrey Glanton, and no man ever got the blind side of me and kept it. Now--clear."