THE RESCUE





The second Quabie advance did not begin till about half-past seven.
Even savages love their lives and appreciate the fact that wounds hurt
very much, and these were no exception to the rule. Their first rush
had taught them a bitter lesson, of which the fruit was evident in the
crippled or dying men who rolled to and fro baked in the hot sun within
a few yards of the stoep, not to speak of those who would never stir
again. Now, the space around the house being quite open and bare of
cover, it was obvious that it could not be stormed without further heavy
losses. In order to avoid such losses a civilised people would have
advanced by means of trenches, but of these the Quabies knew nothing;
moreover, digging tools were lacking to them.

So it came about that they hit upon another, and in the circumstances a
not inefficient expedient. The cattle kraal was built of rough,
unmortared stones. Those stones they took, each man carrying two or
three, which, rushing forward, they piled up into scattered rough
defences of about eighteen inches or two feet high. These defences were
instantly occupied by as many warriors as could take shelter behind
them, lying one on top of the other. Of course, those savages who
carried the first stones were exposed to our fire, with the result that
many of them fell, but there were always plenty more behind. As they
were being built at a dozen different points, and we had but seven guns,