Other sounds, too, began to dominate the bellowings of the animals, those of the excited cries of men.

The first of our companions, the cattle-lifters, appeared, weary and gasping, but waving their spears in triumph.

Among them was old Tshoza.

I stepped upon my rock, calling to him by name.

He heard me, and presently was lying at my side panting.
"We have got them all!" he gasped.