He looked at me doubtfully, but obeyed, having seen nothing.  If he had seen I knew that he would have been off.  I nipped round to the end of the wagon, calling to the other two boys to let the oxen be a while and come to me.

“Now, Anscombe,” I said, “hand out the rifles and cartridges.  Don’t stop to ask questions, but do what I tell you.  They are on the rack by your side.  So.  Now put on your revolver and let me help you down.  Man, don’t forget your hat.”

He obeyed quickly enough, and presently was standing on one leg by my side, looking cramped and tottery.

“The Basutos are on us,” I said.

He whistled and remarked something about Chapter No. 2.

“Footsack,” I called, “bring the horse here; the Baas wishes to ride a little to ease his leg.”

He did so, stopping a moment to pull the second girth tight.  Then we helped Anscombe into the saddle.

“Which way?” he asked.

I looked at the long slope in front of us.  It was steep and bad going.  Anscombe might get up it on the horse before the Kaffirs overtook us, but it was extremely problematical if we could do so.  I might perhaps if I mounted behind him and the horse could bear us both, which was doubtful, but how about our poor servants?  He saw the doubt upon my face and said in his quiet way,

“You may remember that our white-bearded friend told us to make straight for his place in case of any difficulty with the Basutos.  It seems to have arisen.”

“I know he did,” I answered, “but I cannot make up my mind which is the more dangerous, Marnham or the Basutos.  I rather think that he set them on to us.”

“It is impossible to solve problems at this hour of the morning, Quatermain, and there is no time to toss.  So I vote for the Temple.”

“It seems our best chance.  At any rate that’s your choice, so let’s go.”

Then I sang out to the Kaffirs, “The Basutos are on us.  We go to Tampel for refuge.  Run!”

My word! they did run.  I never saw athletes make better time over the first quarter of a mile.  We ran, too, or at least the horse did, I hanging on to the stirrup and Anscombe holding both the rifles beneath his arm.  But the beast was tired, also blown out with that morning feed of mealies, so our progress was not very fast.  When we were about two hundred yards from the wagon I looked back and saw the Basutos beginning to arrive.  They saw us also, and uttering a sort of whistling war cry, started in pursuit.

After this we had quite an interesting time.  I scrambled on to the horse behind Anscombe, whereon that intelligent animal, feeling the double weight, reduced its pace proportionately, to a slow tripple, indeed, out of which it could not be persuaded to move.  So I slipped off again over its tail and we went on as before.  Meanwhile the Basutos, very active fellows, were coming up.  By this time the yellow-wood grove in the swamp, of which I have already written, was close to us, and it became quite a question which of us would get there first (I may mention that Footsack & Co. had already attained its friendly shelter).  Anscombe kicked the horse with his sound heel and I thumped it with my fist, thereby persuading it to a hand gallop.