In the shadow of the wall stood Umslopogaas, his axe raised above his head to strike.

Just then the moon came out.

There was a moment's pause, and then in stalked a Masai Elmoran, clad in the full war panoply that I have already described, but bearing a large basket in his hand.

The moonlight shone bright upon his great spear as he walked.

He was physically a splendid man, apparently about thirty-five years of age.