At least she was never heard of any more.
Alan was sleeping heavily when a sound of rushing feet and of strange, thrilling battle-cries awoke him.

He sprang up, snatching at a spear and shield which Jeekie had provided for him, and ran out to find from the position of the moon that dawn was near.
"Come on, Major," said Jeekie, "Asiki make night attack; they always like do everything at night who love darkness, because their eye evil.
Come on quick, Major," and he began to drag him off toward the rear.
"But that's the wrong way," said Alan presently.

"They are attacking over there." "Do you think Jeekie fool, Major, that he don't know that?
He take you where they _not_ attacking.

Plenty Ogula to be killed, but not _many_ white men like you, and in all world only _one_ Jeekie!" "You cold-blooded old scoundrel!" ejaculated Alan as he turned and bolted back towards the noise of fighting, followed by his reluctant servant.
By the time that he reached the first ranks, which were some way off, the worst of the attack was over.

It had been short and sharp, for the Asiki had hoped to find the Ogula unprepared and to take their camp with a rush.