"It's extraordinary, that so few have been lost on either side," said Challis. "It's almost a bloodless victory. The Tubus have been vastly over-rated. They seem more ready to bunk than to fight." "The explanation is simple enough," said Royce. "They have never met with organised opposition before. They have had it all their own way, and kept the negroes down by the sheer terror of their name. Their power is gone for good now." "I'm not sure of that," returned Challis. "Goruba is still at large. He was bowled over when he charged my pikemen, but he couldn't have been much hurt, for he got clean away." "That's a pity. If we had collared him our victory would have been complete. None of your men saw which way he went?" "They didn't say so." "If we could only find out, we might pursue him. So long as he is at large, he is a danger; he may rally the fugitives, and when they have got over their fright they will be a far more formidable enemy to tackle." "Well, let us round up some horses, in case we get word of him. We'll probably find a good many in the woods." "A good idea. Some of the Hausas can ride--I will send them." He selected half-a-dozen of the Hausas, including Gambaru and Kulana, and sent them under John's command to bring in any horses they might find within a short distance of the fort. While they were gone, Challis related the incident of his fall into the pit. "But for John's disobedience I should never have got out," he concluded. "We owe a good deal to the devotion of our men, Hugh." "We do, indeed, and it shan't go unrewarded. The way they have stuck to us is magnificent." After about an hour, John and his party returned, riding on captured horses and leading others. They also brought several Tubu prisoners, tied to their saddles. John was evidently much excited. "Goruba, sah!" he cried, springing from his horse. "Him run away." "We know that," said Royce. "Which way did he go? Did you see him?" "No see him, sah. Hah! Him berry clebber chap, sah, Gamba feel very bad, sure 'nuff." "Who is Gamba? What do you mean?" Royce asked. John drew forward one of the prisoners, a tall young negro slightly wounded in the thigh. "Dis Gamba, sah," John went on. "Him say Goruba pull him off horse, knock him boko, sah. Goruba get a horse, run away all same. Gamba berry mad; what for Goruba run away, not him? Him Tubu, Goruba no Tubu; make him berry mad, sah." John did not explain himself very clearly; but, after questioning him patiently, Royce made out that when Gamba was about to ride away Goruba pulled him from the saddle, struck him on the head, and galloped away on his horse.