I do not like this story of the Zulu impi.

I think that someone has told them of our coming, and that it is us they mean to attack and not the Tongas, with whom they are at peace.

My men say that it is not usual for impis to visit this part of the country." "Who could have told them ?" asked Marais.
"I don't know, mynheer.

Perhaps the natives have sent on word, or perhaps--Hernan Pereira." "I knew that you would suspect my nephew, Allan," he exclaimed angrily.
"I suspect no one; I only weigh what is probable.

However, it is too late for us to move to-night either south or westwards, so I think I will sleep over the business and see what I can find out from my Zulus." That night, or rather the following morning, the question was settled for us, for when I woke up at dawn, it was to see the faint light glimmering on what I knew must be spears.