Then I saved the last match, since we have few left, and came through
the gate before the fire ate me up; me, its father, me the Sower of
the Red Seed!"
We stared at the old Hottentot in admiration, even Mavovo lifted his
dying head and stared. But Hans, whose annoyance had now evaporated,
went on in a jog-trot mechanical voice:
"As I was returning to find the Baas, if he still lived, the heat of
the fire forced me to the high ground to the west of the fence, so
that I saw what was happening at the south gate, and that the Arab men
must break through there because you who held it were so few. So I ran
down to Babemba and the other captains very quickly, telling them
there was no need to guard the fence any more, and that they must get
to the south gate and help you, since otherwise you would all be
killed, and they, too, would be killed afterwards. Babemba listened to
me and started sending out messengers to collect the others and we got
here just in time. Such is the hole I hid in during the Battle of the
Gate, O Mavovo.
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