I stood waiting for him till he drew back the spear to stab me.

Then suddenly I dropped to my knees and thrust upward with all my strength, beneath the rim of his shield, and he also thrust, but over me, his spear only cutting the flesh of my shoulder--see! here is its scar; yes, to this day.

And my assegai?
Ah! it went home; it ran through and through his middle.

He rolled over and over on the plain.

The dust hid him; only I was now weaponless, for the haft of my spear--it was but a light throwing assegai--broke in two, leaving nothing but a little bit of stick in my hand.