There I stood so close to the Kaffirs that I could smell them and hear the rain pattering on their bodies.

Only very stealthily I drew my hunting knife with my right hand.

At that moment the lightning, which I thought had quite gone by, flashed again for the last time, revealing the fat face of the Basuto captain within a foot of my own, for he was turned towards the wall on which one of his hands rested.

Moreover, the blue and ghastly light revealed mine to him thrust forward between the two stones, my eyes glaring at him.
"The head of a dead man is set upon the wall!" he cried in terror.

"It is the ghost of--" He got no further, for as the last word passed his lips I drove the knife at him with all my strength deep into his throat.