Suddenly the attacking lines began to grow thinner, and then with a slow, long heave the Greys passed over them, just as a great wave heaves up its bulk and passes over a sunken ridge.
But this time the issue was left longer in doubt; indeed, it seemed for awhile almost impossible that the Greys should again prevail.
For just when we thought that it was all over with the Greys, and were preparing to take their place so soon as they made room by being destroyed, I heard Sir Henry's deep voice ringing out through the din, and caught a glimpse of his circling battle-axe as he waved it high above his plumes.
When my mind cleared I found myself standing inside the remnant of the Greys near the top of the mound, and just behind no less a person than Sir Henry himself.
All Twala's army, as Ignosi predicted would be the case, had fixed their attention on the bloody struggle which was raging round the remnant of the Greys and that of the Buffaloes, who were now carrying on a battle of their own at a little distance, which two regiments had formed the chest of our army.
"The Thing that bled, and ran screaming and sobbing,--that is dead too," said the grey Thing, still regarding me.
"It is this way, Man who walked in the Sea," said the grey Thing.
Then I saw the grey Thing returning cautiously through the trees.
The grey cub's eyes had not been open long, yet already he could see with steady clearness.
It was in this way that the grey cub learned other attributes of his mother than the soft, soothing, tongue.
The fascination of the light for the grey cub increased from day to day.
In fact, the grey cub was not given to thinking--at least, to the kind of thinking customary of men.