Say, my brother, shall we draw on?
The impi is nigh.

Would that Faku, our captain yonder, might find two others to take our place, for in this thicket I had rather run last than first.

Well, here leads the spoor--a wondrous mass of wolf-spoor mixed with the footprints of men; perhaps they are sometimes the one and sometimes the other--who knows, my brother?
It is a land of ghosts and wizards.

Let us on! Let us on!" Now all this while the Wolf-Brethren had much ado to keep their people quiet, for their mouths watered and their eyes shone at the sight of the men, and at length it could be done no more, for with a howl a single she-wolf rushed from her laid and leapt at the throat of the man who spoke, nor did she miss her grip.

Down went wolf and man, rolling together on the ground, and there they killed each other.
"The Esedowana! the Esedowana are upon us!" cried the other scout, and, turning, fled towards the impi.