What's that noise ?" I listened and recognised the triumphant song of the Zulu hunters, who were returning from the savage scene in the market-place.

Presently they arrived, headed by Sammy, a very different Sammy from the wailing creature who had gone out to execution an hour or two before.

Now he was the gayest of the gay, and about his neck were strung certain weird ornaments which I identified as the personal property of Imbozwi.
"Virtue is victorious and justice has been done, Mr.Quatermain.

These are the spoils of war," he said, pointing to the trappings of the late witch-doctor.
"Oh! get out, you little cur! We want to know nothing more," I said.
"Go, cook us some supper," and he went, not in the least abashed.
The hunters were carrying between them what appeared to be the body of Hans.

At first I was frightened, thinking that he must be dead, but examination showed that he was only in a state of insensibility such as might be induced by laudanum.