“‘He has got me!’ I shouted in mortal terror. ‘Gwasa, Mashune, gwasa!’ (‘Stab, Mashune, stab!’).
“One hoist of the great head, and out of the hole I came like a periwinkle out of his shell. But even as I did so, I caught sight of Mashune’s stalwart form advancing with his ‘bangwan,’ or broad stabbing assegai, raised above his head. In another quarter of a second I had fallen from the horn, and heard the blow of the spear, followed by the indescribable sound of steel shearing its way through flesh. I had fallen on my back, and, looking up, I saw that the gallant Mashune had driven the assegai a foot or more into the carcass of the buffalo, and was turning to fly.
“Alas! it was too late. Bellowing madly, and spouting blood from mouth and nostrils, the devilish brute was on him, and had thrown him up like a feather, and then gored him twice as he lay. I struggled up with some wild idea of affording help, but before I had gone a step the buffalo gave one long sighing bellow, and rolled over dead by the side of his victim.
“Mashune was still living, but a single glance at him told me that his hour had come. The buffalo’s horn had driven a great hole in his right lung, and inflicted other injuries.
“I knelt down beside him in the uttermost distress, and took his hand.
“‘Is he dead, Macumazahn?’ he whispered. ‘My eyes are blind; I cannot see.’
“‘Yes, he is dead.’
“‘Did the black devil hurt thee, Macumazahn?’
“‘No, my poor fellow, I am not much hurt.’
“‘Ow! I am glad.’
“Then came a long silence, broken only by the sound of the air whistling through the hole in his lung as he breathed.
“‘Macumazahn, art thou there? I cannot feel thee.’
“‘I am here, Mashune.’
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