Once more he was the savage transported in the presence of his fetich.

He turned to me with burning eyes.
'Down on your knees,' he cried, 'and reverence the Ndhlondhlo.

Down, you impious dog, and seek pardon for your sacrilege.' 'I won't,' I said.

'I won't bow to any heathen idol.' He pointed his pistol at me.
'In a second I shoot where your head is now.

Down, you fool, or perish.' 'You promised me my life,' I said stubbornly, though Heaven knows why I chose to act thus.
He dropped the pistol and flung himself on me.