ed, their hearts sank. Fumba on the mountain, seeing the
first sky-rocket, which burst in the heights, fell on the ground from
fright and lay as though dead for a few minutes. But, regaining
consciousness, he imagined from the desperate yells of the warriors one
thing, namely, that some kind of spirits were exterminating the
Samburus below. Then the thought flashed through his mind that if he
did not come to the aid of those spirits, he might incur their wrath,
and as the extermination of the Samburus was his salvation, he mustered
all his warriors about him and sallied forth from a secret side exit of
the boma and cut off the road of a greater part of the fugitives. The
battle now changed into a massacre. The Samburu drums ceased to beat.
In the darkness, which was rent only by the red flashes cast by Kali's
rifle, resounded the howls of the men being killed, the hollow blows of
the maces against shields and the groans of the wounded. Nobody begged
for mercy, for mercy is unknown to negroes. Kali, from a fear that in
the darkness and confusion he might wound his own people, finally
ceased to fire, and seizing Gebhr's sword rushed with it into the midst
of the enemies. The Samburus could now flee from the mountains towards
their frontiers only by way of one wide pass, but as Fumba blocked this
pass with his warriors, out of the whole host only those were safe who,
throwing themselves upon the ground, permitted themselves to be taken
alive, though they knew that a cruel slavery awaited them, or even
immediate death at the hands of the victors. Mamba defended himself
heroically until a blow of a mace crushed his skull. His son, young
Faru, fell into Fumba's hand, who ordered him bound, as a future
sacrifice of gratitude to the spirits which had come to his assistance.

Stas did not drive the terrible King into the battle; he permitted him
only to trumpet to increase the terror of the enemies. He himself did
not fire a single shot from his rifle at the Samburus, for in the first
place he had promised little Nell on leaving Luela that he would not
kill any one, and again he actually had no desire to kill people who
had done no harm to him or Nell. It was enough that he assured the
Wahimas a victory and freed Fumba, who was besieged in a great boma.
Soon, also, when Kali came running with news of a definite victory, he
issued an order for the cessation of the battle, which raged yet in the
underwood and rocky recesses and whi