Then, again, he has the air of a prophet; and prophets always stir the negro.

I can imagine with what air he will bid them drive out the intrusive white men who have usurped their land, and draw them flattering pictures of a new Matabele empire about to arise under a new chief, too strong for these gold-grubbing, diamond-hunting mobs from over sea to meddle with." She reflected once more.

"Do you mean to say anything of our suspicions in Salisbury, Hubert ?" she asked at last.
"It is useless," I answered.

"The Salisbury folk believe there is a white man at the bottom of this trouble already.

They will try to catch him; that's all that is necessary.