Dingaan was now offering odds of fifty cattle to one against me, but no one would take the bet even with the king.
I made no answer; no, not even when they asked me "if I had thrown down my spear and was running away." Grimly, despairingly, I marched on to the rock, and took shelter behind it with Hans.

The Boers, I saw, were still upon their knees, but seemed to have ceased praying.

The children were weeping; the men stared at each other; Vrouw Prinsloo had her arm about Marie's waist.

Waiting there behind the rock, my courage returned to me, as it sometimes does in the last extremity.

I remembered my dream and took comfort.