"Boer melinite shells aren't in it with this new compound.

Come on before the enemy recover from the shock," and he flung himself upon his camel.
In another minute we had started at a trot toward the White Rock, whilst from the city of Harmac behind us rose a wail of fear and misery.

We gained the top of the rise on which I had shot the horseman, and, as I expected, found that the Fung had posted a strong guard in the dip beyond, out of reach of our bullets, in order to cut us off, should we attempt to escape.

Now, terrified by what had happened, to them a supernatural catastrophe, they were escaping themselves, for we perceived them galloping off to the left and right as fast as their horses would carry them.
So for awhile we went on unmolested, though not very quickly, because of Orme's condition.

When we had covered about half the distance between us and the White Rock, I looked round and became aware that we were being pursued by a body of cavalry about a hundred strong, which I supposed had emerged from some other gate of the city.
"Flog the animals," I shouted to Quick, "or they will catch us after all." He did so, and we advanced at a shambling gallop, the horsemen gaining on us every moment.