"I can see nothing now the lightning has gone, and were it not that I have sworn to dip my spear in the blood of Macumazahn who has fooled us again, I would give up the hunt." "I think it would be better to give it up in any case," said a third voice, "since it is known throughout the land that no luck has ever come to those who tried to trap the Watcher-by-Night.
Oh! he is a leopard who springs and is gone again.

How many are the throats in which his fangs have met.

Leave him alone, I say, lest our fate should be that of the white doctor in the Yellow-wood Swamp, he who set us on this hunt.

We have his wagon and his cattle; let us be satisfied." "I will leave him alone when he sleeps for the last time, and not before," answered the captain, "he who shot my brother in the drift the other day.

What would Sekukuni say if we let him escape to bring the Swazis on us?
Moreover, we want that white maiden for a hostage in case the English should attack us again.
Come, you who know the road, and lead us." There was some disturbance as this man passed to the front.