"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."

If the news brought by the Native Commissioner was a source of vivid
excitement to all present, no less was theirs to him. He had calculated
on warning Grunberger, and if needful giving him a hand in moving his
family to Gandela, which he would have had time to do while the Matabele
were looting his possessions; instead of which he found the place quite
strongly garrisoned, and indeed, considering its defensive facilities,
it might be held against very considerable odds. And thus to hold it
was the resolve of all there.

"By Jove, but you fellows were in luck," he said regretfully. "I wish I