So I bethought me that I would fly, and turned to go.

And, Umslopogaas, even as I turned, the great club Watcher of the Fords swung round and smote me on the back with such a blow as a man smites upon a coward.

Now whether this was by chance or whether the Watcher would shame him who bore it, say you, for I do not know.

At the least, shame entered into me.

Should I go back to be mocked by the people of the kraal and by the old woman?
And if I wished to go, should I not be killed by the ghosts at night in the forest?
Nay, it was better to die in the jaws of the wolves, and at once.
"Thus I thought in my heart; then, tarrying not, lest fear should come upon me again, I swung up the Watcher, and crying aloud the war-cry of the Halakazi, I sprang over the brink of the rock and rushed upon the wolves.