You are as well armed as I was a while ago, when I did not fear to stand before you." Jikiza looked at him for a moment, then with a curse he hurled the little axe at him, and, turning, fled swiftly towards the gates of the cattle kraal.
Umslopogaas stooped, and the little axe sped over him.

Then he stood for a while watching, and the people thought that he meant to let Jikiza go.
But that was not his desire; he waited, indeed, until Jikiza had covered nearly half the space between him and the gate, then with a roar he leaped forward, as light leaps from a cloud, and so fast did his feet fly that the watchers could scarce see them move.

Jikiza fled fast also, yet he seemed but as one who stands still.

Now he reached the gate of the kraal, now there was rush, a light of downward falling steel, and something swept past him.

Then, behold! Jikiza fell in the gateway of the cattle kraal, and all saw that he was dead, smitten to death by that mighty axe Groan-Maker, which he and his fathers had held for many years.
A great shout went up from the crowd of watchers when they knew that Jikiza the Unconquered was killed at last, and there were many who hailed Umslopogaas, naming him Chief and Lord of the People of the Axe.
But the sons of Jikiza to the number of ten, great men and brave, rushed on Umslopogaas to kill him.