In front of the hut were gathered many headmen waiting for the end, and I saw that their looks were sullen.
"'The chief, my father, is dead!' I cried in a loud voice, 'and I, Galazi, who am the chief, have slain her who murdered him!' And I rolled the body of the girl over on to her back so that they might look upon her face.
"Now the father of the girl was among those who stood before me, he who had persuaded her to the deed, and he was maddened at the sight.
"'What, my brothers ?' he cried.

'Shall we suffer that this young Zulu dog, this murderer of a girl, be chief over us?
Never! The old lion is dead, now for the cub!' And he ran at me with spear aloft.
"'Never!' shouted the others, and they, too, ran towards me, shaking their spears.
"I waited, I did not hasten, for I knew well that I should not die then, I knew it from my father's last words.

I waited till the man was near me; he thrust, I sprang aside and drove my spear through him, and on the daughter's body the father fell dead.

Then I shouted aloud and rushed through them.

None touched me; none could catch me; the man does not live who can overtake me when my feet are on the ground and I am away." "Yet I might try," said Umslopogaas, smiling, for of all lads among the Zulus he was the swiftest of foot.
"First walk again, then run," answered Galazi.
"Take up the tale," quoth Umslopogaas; "it is a merry one." "Something is left to tell, stranger.