Look and look again! Those are of the race who destroyed the kraals of your people.

They are men-hunters, kraal-burners, slayers of children.

Steal upon them where they walk idly, and for each arrow slay a man.' "Muata waited on these men a day and a night, and when he sought his mother on the edge of the forest his quiver was empty, and the chief's wife spoke: 'Where did the arrow strike, O warrior ?' And Muata answered, 'In the throat, O my mother.' And the chief's wife said again, 'It is well; but the warrior sees to it that he can recover his arrow.

And your quiver is empty.' So Muata returned and recovered his arrows, for the men lay where they fell, the living having gone into the kraals in fear.
"So Muata and the chiefs wife went slowly back to the place of hiding.

And because Muata had slain the man-ape and the robbers-- they who slay children--the chief's wife sought out the headmen, and spoke: 'Oh, listen! This is Muata, the son of a chief.