All there looked on them wondering, and it came into the thoughts of some of them that these were none other than the Wolf-Brethren who dwelt upon the Ghost Mountain.
"Now axe Groan-maker and club Watcher are come together, Galazi," said Umslopogaas as they walked, "and I think that few can stand before them." "Some shall find it so," answered Galazi.

"At the least, the fray will be merry, and what matter how frays end ?" "Ah," said Umslopogaas, "victory is good, but death ends all and is best of all." Then they spoke of the fashion in which they would fight, and Umslopogaas looked curiously at the axe he carried, and at the point on its hammer, balancing it in his hand.

When he had looked long, the pair took their stand back to back in the centre of the kraal, and people saw that Umslopogaas held the axe in a new fashion, its curved blade being inwards towards his breast, and the hollow point turned towards the foe.
The ten brethren gathered themselves together, shaking their assegais; five of them stood before Umslopogaas and five before Galazi the Wolf.
They were all great men, made fierce with rage and shame.
"Now nothing except witchcraft can save these two," said a councillor to one who stood by him.
"Yet there is virtue in the axe," answered the other, "and for the club, it seems that I know it: I think it is named Watcher of the Fords, and woe to those who stand before the Watcher.

I myself have seen him aloft when I was young; moreover, these are no cravens who hold the axe and the club.

They are but lads, indeed, yet they have drunk wolf's milk." Meanwhile, an aged man drew near to speak the word of onset; it was that same man who had set out the law to Umslopogaas.