In a minute or two the farther side of the swamp was a sheet of crackling flame that gave off clouds of dense white smoke.

Then pandemonium began.
The sleeping buffalo leapt to their feet, and, after a few moments of indecision, crashed towards us, the whole huge herd of them, snorting and bellowing like mad things.

Seeing what was about to happen, I nipped behind a big boulder, while Scowl shinned up a mimosa with the swiftness of a cat and, heedless of its thorns, sat himself in an eagle's nest at the top.

The Zulus with the spears bolted to take cover where they could.

What became of Saduko I did not see, but old Umbezi, bewildered with excitement, jumped into the exact middle of the roadway, shouting: "They come! They come! Charge, buffalo folk, if you will.