As through the fierce sunlight I galloped away.
Not a being to speak to; I kept the great pace
Alone o’er the desolate grass-covered space;
Turned round in my saddle, and saw through the glare
The smoke of the burning kraals rise in the air;
Then again facing forward each tuft well I scanned,
And strapped my revolver more ready to hand.
Good news—over hill, over dale, speeding fast—
Ere sundown Fort Evelyn had heard as I past;
Then gratefully over us flew the cool spray,