For the last ten minutes his lips had been, figuratively speaking, positively watering over the Masai Lygonani, and this he could not stand.
Placing his long hand on the Elmoran's shoulder he gripped it and gave him such a twist as brought him face to face with himself.
Then, thrusting his fierce countenance to within a few inches of the Masai's evil feather-framed features, he said in a low growling voice: -- 'Seest thou me ?' 'Ay, fellow, I see thee.' 'And seest thou this ?' and he held Inkosi-kaas before his eyes.
'Ay, fellow, I see the toy; what of it ?' 'Thou Masai dog, thou boasting windbag, thou capturer of little girls, with this "toy" will I hew thee limb from limb.

Well for thee that thou art a herald, or even now would I strew thy members about the grass.' The Masai shook his great spear and laughed loud and long as he answered, 'I would that thou stoodst against me man to man, and we would see,' and again he turned to go still laughing.
'Thou shalt stand against me man to man, be not afraid,' replied Umslopogaas, still in the same ominous voice.

'Thou shalt stand face to face with Umslopogaas, of the blood of Chaka, of the people of the Amazulu, a captain in the regiment of the Nkomabakosi, as many have done before, and bow thyself to Inkosi-kaas, as many have done before.

Ay, laugh on, laugh on! tomorrow night shall the jackals laugh as they crunch thy ribs.' When the Lygonani had gone, one of us thought of opening the basket he had brought as a proof that Flossie was really their prisoner.

On lifting the lid it was found to contain a most lovely specimen of both bulb and flower of the Goya lily, which I have already described, in full bloom and quite uninjured, and what was more a note in Flossie's childish hand written in pencil upon a greasy piece of paper that had been used to wrap up some food in: -- 'Dearest Father and Mother,' ran the note, 'The Masai caught us when we were coming home with the lily.