Presently I heard a bark in the cliffs above me; it was answered by another, and then I saw that scores of baboons were hidden about among the rocks on either side, and were softly swinging themselves down to bar the path.

To go on unarmed as I was would be useless.

I should only be torn to pieces as the dogs had been.

So I turned and fled back towards the huts.

As I drew near I could see that my messenger had roused the settlement, for natives with spears and kerries in their hands were running up towards the kraals.
When I reached the hut I met old Indaba-zimbi, who wore a very serious face.
"So the evil has fallen, Macumazahn," he said.
"It has fallen," I answered.
"Keep a good heart, Macumazahn," he said again.