Then we started on our last walk.
The Zulu hunters were already outside the fence, seated on the ground, chatting and taking snuff.

I wondered if this was because they really believed in Mavovo's confounded Snake, or from bravado, inspired by the innate courage of their race.

When they saw me they sprang to their feet and, lifting their right hands, gave me a loud and hearty salute of "Inkoosi! Baba! Inkoosi! Macumazana!" Then, at a signal from Mavovo, they broke into some Zulu war-chant, which they kept up till we reached the stakes.

Sammy, too, broke into a chant, but one of quite a different nature.
"Be quiet!" I said to him.

"Can't you die like a man ?" "No, indeed I cannot, Mr.Quatermain," he answered, and went on howling for pity in about twenty different languages.
Stephen and I walked together, he still carrying the Union Jack, of which no one tried to deprive him.