I asked Good how he managed to kill him, and he told me that he had crept up much as Umslopogaas had done, and stabbed him with his sword.

He groaned a good deal, but fortunately nobody heard him.

As Good said, it was a horrible thing to have to do, and most unpleasantly like cold-blooded murder.
And so with the last body that floated away down the current of the Tana ended the incident of our attack on the Masai camp.
The spears and shields and other arms we took up to the Mission, where they filled an outhouse.

One incident, however, I must not forget to mention.

As we were returning from performing the obsequies of our Masai friends we passed the hollow tree where Alphonse had secreted himself in the morning.