Moffat reached Griqua Town safely, and Waterboer promised to come to the assistance of the Bechwanas as soon as he could muster his forces.  Moffat then returned to his station.

Eleven anxious days were passed at Lattakoo, waiting the arrival of the Griquas.  By the time they arrived, the enemy had reached Letakong, only thirty-six miles away.  The Griqua force consisted of about one hundred horsemen, armed with guns, and it being reported that there were white men among the invaders, Moffat was asked to accompany the force, as, having some knowledge of the language, he might be able to bring about a treaty with them.  He agreed to go, and Mr. Melville started with him.

Before leaving, all met to pray for Divine counsel and help.  A blessing on the means of preventing a further effusion of blood was asked, and if recourse to violent measures became necessary, it was prayed that the heads of those engaged might be shielded in the day of battle.

The small force pressed forward as far as the Matlaurin River, about half way, where all bivouacked.  Leaving the main body, Waterboer, Moffat, and a few others, rode onward for about four hours, and then halted for the night among some trees.  At day-light they proceeded until they came in sight of the enemy.  These were divided into two parties, one holding a town, out of which they had driven the inhabitants, and the other lying on the hills to the left of the town.  As the horsemen drew near, they could perceive that they were discovered, and among the masses of the invaders could be seen the war-axes and brass ornaments as they glittered in the sun.

Riding forward, Moffat and Waterboer found a young woman belonging to the Mantatees, whose whole appearance denoted direful want.  Food was given her, and some tobacco, and she was sent with a message to her people that the strangers wanted to speak with them and not to fight.  An old man and a lad were also found dying of starvation, these were helped and talked to in full sight of the enemy.  All possible means were tried to bring them to a parley, but in vain, they only responded by making furious rushes, showing their intention to attack.

The whole day was spent in this manner, and at evening Moffat left Waterboer and the scouts, and rode back to confer with Mr. Melville and the other Griqua chiefs, to see if some means could be devised of preventing the dreadful consequences of battle.  One of the Griqua chiefs, named Cornelius Kok, nobly insisted on Moffat taking his best horse, one of the strongest present.  To this generous act the missionary afterwards owed his life.

All the party were in motion the next morning before day-light.  The whole of the horsemen advanced to within about one hundred and fifty yards of the enemy, thinking to intimidate them and bring them to a conference.  The Mantatees rushed forward with a terrible howl, throwing their war clubs and javelins.  The rushes becoming dangerous, Waterboer and his party commenced firing, and the battle became general.  The Mantatees obstinately held their ground, seeming determined rather to perish than flee, which they might easily have done.