I now recognized in the light-coloured man an old enemy who had led on the former attack against me on the 22nd of December.

By his cries and gestures he now appeared to be urging the others to surround and press on us, which they were rapidly doing.
FALL OF THE NATIVE CHIEF.
I saw now that but one thing could be done to save our lives, so I gave Coles my gun to complete the reloading, and took the rifle which he had not yet disengaged from the cover.

I tore it off and, stepping out from behind our parapet, advanced to the rock which covered my light-coloured opponent.

I had not made two steps in advance when three spears struck me nearly at the same moment, one of which was thrown by him.

I felt severely wounded in the hip, but knew not exactly where the others had struck me.