Reverend Beaton's party has decided on a rather simple plan; d*** the torpedoes and run to the river! P.T. Barnum's group, perhaps influenced by the keen hunting instincts of Colonel Ripperton and Alligator Dundy, have decided on a slightly different course of action. They intend on shooting all that stand between themselves and the river, and then strolling to the steamer waiting offshore. Obviously a plan that more befits the civilized gentlemen that they are.
The natives also split into two groups. The northernmost contains mostly young warriors, impetuous and eager to prove themselves in battle. They immediately charge across open ground to reach their enemy. The remaining natives, older and cautious, decide to wait patiently out of sight of the dreaded Post Office Rifles.