For then my Snake will point him out and show me how to deal with him." Now with one voice each man present there declared that desertion from the lord Macumazana was the last thing that could possibly occur to him.
Indeed, I believe that those brave fellows spoke truth.

No doubt they put faith in Mavovo's magic after the fashion of their race.

Still the death he promised was some way off, and each hoped he would be one of the six to escape.

Moreover, the Zulu of those days was too accustomed to death to fear its terrors over much.
One of them did, however, venture to advance the argument, which Mavovo treated with proper contempt, that the shillings paid for this divination should be returned by him to the next heirs of such of them as happened to decease.

Why, he asked, should these pay a shilling in order to be told that they must die?
It seemed unreasonable.
Certainly the Zulu Kaffirs have a queer way of looking at things.
"Hans," I whispered, "is your fire among those that burn yonder ?" "Not so, Baas," he wheezed back into my ear.