Think you that I shall escape?
I tell you nay.

I am but spared for a little, then I go where the others have gone.

Chaka has marked me for the grave; for a little while I may be left, then I die: he does but play with me as a leopard plays with a wounded buck.

I care not, I am weary, but I grieve for the boy; there was no such boy in the land.

Would that I might die swiftly and go to seek him." "And if the boy is not dead, Baleka, what then ?" "What is that you said ?" she answered, turning on me with wild eyes.
"Oh, say it again--again, Mopo! I would gladly die a hundred deaths to know that Umslopogaas still lives." "Nay, Baleka, I know nothing.