"Heavens, Oakley, they'll be on us in a minute!" exclaimed Haviland in a quick whisper, as he jammed fresh cartridges into the hot and smoking breech of his Express. And, indeed, it seemed so. They could not fire fast enough, and in a great mass the savages were already against the breastwork, lunging over it with their long spears. But then came the defenders' chance. Fools as they were with firearms, even the bearers could not miss point blank, and they poured their fire right into the faces of their swarming assailants. These dropped as though mown down, but with loud yells those behind pressed the foremost on, to be mown down in their turn. The striving, struggling mass would fain have taken flight, but simply could not. And then Kumbelwa, seeing it was time to effect a diversion, concluded to adopt the offensive. Leaping over the breastwork, covered by his great war-shield, he made for a tall ruffian, whose head was streaming with long black feathers, and who seemed to be directing the charge. Like lightning he was upon him, and beneath the shearing flash of the great assegai, down went the man, his trunk wellnigh ripped in twain. "_Usutu! 'Sutu_!" roared the Zulu, as, whirling round, he struck another to the heart with his reeking spear, at the same time bringing another to the earth with a mighty slap of his great shield. Like lightning he moved. Never still for a second, he avoided the lunges made at him, always to strike fatally in his turn, and soon a ring of assailants round him was a ring of ripped and struggling corpses deluging the earth in torrents of blood. Whirling here, darting there, and ever roaring the war-cry of his late king, the towering Zulu was to these dismayed savages the very embodiment of irresistible destruction. With yells of dismay they fled before him in a broken, demoralised crowd, and into their front the fire of those behind the breastwork played upon their thickest masses. "Come back, Kumbelwa," commanded Haviland, in Zulu. Like magic the trained and disciplined warrior halted at the word of his chief. In a second he was within the breastwork again. "Thou wert being led on too far, my friend," said Haviland, all aglow with admiration. "In a moment yon dogs would have turned upon thee, and even a lion cannot stand against a hundred dogs." "_Nkose_! Yet had I but half the Umbonambi regiment here with me, we would eat the whole of these jackals at one bite!" exclaimed Kumbelwa, his great chest heaving with excitement and his recent exertions. "By Jove! I never saw such a sight as that! Magnificent!" cried Oakley, who was taking advantage of the lull to light his pipe.