But few shots had been exchanged between the herdsmen and the Kafirs; but, as the marauders carried off the plunder in triumph, a chief appeared, clad in leopard skin, and riding a noble white charger. Advancing at a smart canter, he was cheered by the cry of "Izapa,"--"Come on"--from the hill-sides, and, followed by those who had assisted in capturing the cattle, he passed the left of the buildings, turned sharp with his face towards the kraals, and bade his people advance; they did so, made a dash at the redoubt, were suffered to set foot on the top, and were received with a rattling volley of musketry, which tumbled them within the defences sooner than they had bargained for. A shout of laughter rose from the Annerley garrison, a yell of defiance burst from the savages. Then the chief on the white charger drew back, rallied his forces, paused for the reinforcements which rushed down the hills in all directions, lighting their brands at the fires as they passed, and having formed them in a phalanx, of which he was the centre, the mass pressed forward, shouting their wild war-cry, and brandishing aloft their weapons of steel and flame. The blaze on the mountain slope gave all this a demoniacal aspect; the horrible screams, the excited, rampant gestures of the Kafirs, the dropping fire of musketry from Annerley, and the occasional hearty English cheer answering the war-cry, all combined to make as terrific a scene as the most imaginative eye or ear could conceive. As yet the enemy reserved his fire. Two women stood suddenly face to face in the entrance-room of the house. "My sister, my little sister!" shrieked the girl. "My child, my child!" gasped out the elder. "I left her beside you sleeping in the wagon," said the girl. "I woke frightened," said the pale mother, "and thought you had taken her--you did, you did--where is she?" "I laid her beside you," again answered the girl. The elder one burst through the group that crowded the room, and put her hand to the door-latch. Ormsby stood sentry there. "No one can pass," said he; "the house is closed while the enemy advances." The woman raised her hands imploringly, her lips moved, and she had just power to articulate the words, "My child!" Ormsby's heart had been softened by gentle companionship--he opened the door, the pale woman rushed upon the stoep, flew down the steps--soon they heard her laughing hysterically; "Let me in, let me in," she cried. Ormsby opened the door again, and she entered, bearing her infant in her arms. Something followed her overhead; a sharp whizz made all draw back; the door was slammed to, but not before a bullet had buried itself in the wall beyond--the little child pointing to the splintering bricks, with a merry laugh. Then the occupants of Annerley knew that the enemy encircled the settlement; the shots soon began to answer each other swift and sharp.