Still, I think that my wife will never be yours, O king." "Ow!" said Dingaan; "this little white ant is making another tunnel, thinking that he will come up at my back.

But what if I put down my heel and crush you, little white ant?
Do you know," he added confidentially, "that the Boer who mends my guns and whom here we call 'Two-faces,' because he looks towards you Whites with one eye and towards us Blacks with the other, is still very anxious that I should kill you?
Indeed, when I told him that my spies said that you were to ride with the Boers, as I had requested that you should be their Tongue, he answered that unless I promised to give you to the vultures, he would warn them against coming.

So, since I wanted them to come as I had arranged with him, I promised." "Is it so, O king ?" I asked.

"And pray why does this Two-faces, whom we name Pereira, desire that I should be killed ?" "Ow!" chuckled the obese old ruffian; "cannot you with all your cleverness guess that, O Macumazahn?
Perhaps it is he who needs the tall white maiden, and not I.Perhaps if he does certain things for me, I have promised her to him in payment.

And perhaps," he added, laughing quite loud, "I shall trick him after all, keeping her for myself, and paying him in another way, for can a cheat grumble if he is out-cheated ?" I answered that I was an honest man, and knew nothing about cheats, or at what they could or could not grumble.
"Yes, Macumazahn," replied Dingaan quite genially.