Even Umslopogaas was alarmed, for he let his axe fall for a moment, rose as though to speak, then sat down again and covered his eyes with his hands.
In a minute it was over; Goroko seemed to become normal, took some snuff and as I guessed, after the usual fashion of these doctors, began to ask what he had been saying while the "Spirit" possessed him, which he either had, or affected to have, forgotten.

The circle, too, broke up and its members began to talk to each other in a subdued way, while Umslopogaas remained seated on the ground, brooding, and Hans slipped away in his snake-like fashion, doubtless in search of me.
"What was it all about, Mr.Quatermain ?" asked Inez.
"Oh! a lot of nonsense," I said.

"I fancy that witch-doctor declared that your friend Thomaso put something into those men's food to make them sick." "I daresay that he did; it would be just like him, Mr.Quatermain, as I know that he hates them, especially Umslopogaas, of whom I am very fond.
He brought me some beautiful flowers this morning which he had found somewhere, and made a long speech which I could not understand." The idea of Umslopogaas, that man of blood and iron, bringing flowers to a young lady, was so absurd that I broke out laughing and even the sad-faced Inez smiled.

Then she left me to see about something and I went to speak to Hans and asked him what had happened.
"Something rather queer, I think, Baas," he answered vacuously, "though I did not quite understand the last part.

The doctor, Goroko, smelt out Thomaso as the man who had made them sick, and though they will not kill him because we are guests here, those Zulus are very angry with Thomaso and I think will beat him if they get a chance.