I heard later that the Galekas had attacked the Fingoe reservation, and the British sent a detachment of Frontier Police with a 7-pounder cannon to help their allies. As I rode towards the firing, a scattering of Fingoes ran past me, fleeing in the opposite direction. It was only with difficulty that I stopped a couple to ask what was happening.
“They’re all dead,” one stalwart man said, with his eyes staring.
“Who’s all dead?” I asked.
“The white police,” he said. “The Galekas massacred them all.” He ran off, leaving me wondering.
The next man told me the same story, so I checked my rifle was loaded and balanced it across my knee as I moved on.
As more Fingoes appeared, all with the same story, I put spurs to my horse and hurried towards the fighting. The firing escalated and then st
