The vedettes had signalled. Away over the veldt to the westward a pillar of dust was visible; and it was moving, drawing nearer. A group, outside the stockade, was watching it intently. "What d'you make of it, Grunberger?" said Fullerton impatiently. "I think dot was someone coming," answered the storekeeper, who was looking through a pair of field-glasses. This instructive utterance evolved a laugh. "That's what we all think, old chap," said Jim Steele. "What we want to _know_ is who it's likely to be. White or black, or blue or green, or what?" "Dot was one white man and one Matabele," said the storekeeper, still intently scanning the approaching dust. "_Ach_! und they ride like de devil." "Here, let's have a look in, Grunberger," cried Fullerton. "I may know who it is." The other resigned the glasses, and after a long look, during which the two mounted figures drew rapidly nearer, Fullerton exclaimed-- "By Jove, I do! It's Driffield--Driffield and a boy." The excitement became intense. Nobody would push his horses at that pace on a hot day unless he were a born fool--which Driffield was not. Clearly there must be somebody behind him, from whom he had a strong interest in getting away. "How about telling the captain?" suggested someone. "Not yet," cut in Peters, who had just joined the group. "Lamont's sound asleep, and he needs it too, for to my knowledge he hasn't shut his eyes for four nights. Time enough when we hear what's in the wind." And that was not to be long. Driffield rolled from his horse panting with excitement and hard riding, and his tale was very soon told, and his experience was closely akin to that of Peters. He had been set upon in his camp that morning by three of his boys, but at the same time he had discovered a number of natives making for his camp at no great distance. He killed two assailants with his shot-gun, and the third took to his heels. Meanwhile, with great presence of mind, the other boy, who had remained faithful, had quickly saddled up the ponies, and the two had got away, but only just in time, for the crowd was beginning to fire at them. But on the road they were forced to make a sudden _detour_ to avoid a big impi, which was heading straight in this direction. "That's news!" said Peters. "They're likely coming for this place, expecting only to find Grunberger, all childlike and confiding. Ah!" Again the vedette was signalling, and all eyes turned instinctively in the same direction as before. There, sure enough, where the first dust column had been sighted, arose another; no narrow thread this time but a very volume. "That's them, right enough," said Driffield, while refreshing. "Let my boy have some skoff, will you, Grunberger. He's jolly well earned it."