Hamba gachle, Macumazahn," and, rising with surprising quickness from his chair, which was cut out of a single block of wood, he turned and vanished through the little opening in the reed fence behind him that led to his private huts.
As I was being conducted back to the Boer camp by Kambula, who was waiting for me outside the gate of the labyrinth which is called isiklohlo, I met Thomas Halstead, who was lounging about, I think in order to speak with me.

Halting, I asked him straight out what the king's intentions were towards the Boers.
"Don't know," he answered, shrugging his shoulders, "but he seems so sweet on them that I think he must be up to mischief.

He is wonderfully fond of you, too, for I heard him give orders that the word was to be passed through all the regiments that if anyone so much as hurt you, he should be killed at once.

Also, you were pointed out to the soldiers when you rode in with the rest, that they might all of them know you." "That's good for me as far as it goes," I replied.

"But I don't know why I should need special protection above others, unless there is someone who wants to harm me." "There is that, Allan Quatermain.