Sirayo’s form darkened the opening.
“What!” almost shouted Webster, “are you wounded, too?”
“The people are moving down below,” said the chief; “the same we fought, and there are others gathering beyond the river. I think they will fight.”
“Which way do the Zulus move?” asked Hume, sitting up.
“Away towards the shining place from the spot where we saw the fires burn last night.”
“Are there many of the other people?”
“Ay, they outnumber the Zulus, but they are not eager for the fight. Maybe they have already been attacked.”
“We will descend, then!”
“Descend!” asked Laura, bewildered.
“Yes; don’t you see,” he continued quickly, though his lips trembled at the pain, “this is our chance? If there is to be a fight our help may decide the day, and instead of being opposed by the people of the valley, they would assist us in return for our support. Don’t you see that, Jim?”