I stared at Mavovo, for I was too thunderstruck to speak.
"Ah!" said Mavovo, "that Spotted Snake of yours" (he referred to Hans), "is great in his own way, for he has even been able to put courage into the hearts of slaves.

Do you not understand, my father, that they are about to attack those Arabs, yes, and to pull them down, as wild dogs do a buffalo calf ?" It was true: this was the Hottentot's superb design.

Moreover, it succeeded.

Up on the hillside he had watched the progress of the fight and seen how it must end.

Then, through the interpreter who was with him, he harangued those slaves, pointing out to them that we, their white friends, were about to be overwhelmed, and that they must either strike for themselves, or return to the yoke.