Some of them had shields and some had none, some broad and some throwing assegais, while many were quite naked, not having stayed to put on their moochas and much less their war finery.

Evidently they were mad with rage, for the sounds that issued from them seemed to concentrate into one mighty curse.
The moment had come, though to tell the truth I heartily wished that it had not.

I wasn't exactly afraid, although I never set up for great courage, but I did not quite like the business.

After all we were stealing these people's cattle, and now were going to kill as many of them as we could.

I had to recall Saduko's dreadful story of the massacre of his tribe before I could make up my mind to give the signal.