Guessing what would follow, I rose, bowed to the King, and walked away to my camp, which, it will be remembered, was set up in a little kloof commanding this place, at a distance only of a few hundred yards.

So intent was all the multitude upon watching the dog that I doubt whether anyone saw me go.

As for that poor beast, Scowl, who stayed behind, told me that it did not die for about ten minutes, since before its end a red rash appeared upon it similar to that which I had seen upon Saduko's child, and it was seized with convulsions.
Well, I reached my tent unmolested, and, having lit my pipe, engaged myself in making business entries in my note-book, in order to divert my mind as much as I could, when suddenly I heard a most devilish clamour.
Looking up, I saw Masapo running towards me with a speed that I should have thought impossible in so fat a man, while after him raced the fierce-faced executioners, and behind came the mob.
"Kill the evil-doer!" they shouted.
Masapo reached me.

He flung himself on his knees before me, gasping: "Save me, Macumazahn! I am innocent.

Mameena, the witch! Mameena--" He got no farther, for the slayers had leapt on him like hounds upon a buck and dragged him from me.
Then I turned and covered up my eyes.
Next morning I left Nodwengu without saying good-bye to anyone, for what had happened there made me desire a change.