"This one will never go back to Zululand, and I think that few will care to follow him.

Let us make an end: run, some of you, and find stones to stop the burrow, for now the sport is done." He turned as he spoke and so did the others, and this was what the Slaughter sought.

With a swift movement, he freed himself from the dead man and sprang to his feet.

They heard the sound and turned again, but as they turned Groan-Maker pecked softly, and that man who had sworn by the Lily was no more a man.

Then Umslopogaas leaped forwards, and, bounding on to the great rock, stood there like a buck against the sky.
"A Zulu rat is not so easily slain, O ye weasels!" he cried, as they came at him from all sides at once with a roar.