“It is the head of one of the men who accompanied Flossie,” he said with a gasp. “Thank God it is not hers!”
We all stood and stared at each other aghast. What was to be done?
Just then there was a knocking at the door that I had bolted, and a voice cried, “Open, my father, open!”
The door was unlocked, and in sped a terrified man. He was one of the spies who had been sent out.
“My father,” he cried, “the Masai are on us! A great body of them have passed round the hill and are moving towards the old stone kraal down by the little stream. My father, make strong thy heart! In the midst of them I saw the white a*s, and on it sat the Water-lily [Flossie]. An Elmoran [young warrior] led the a*s, and by its side walked the nurse weeping. The men who went with her in the morning I saw not.”
