This man had some occult power.
Several times during our adventures he had prophesied, and in every case his prophecies had proved true.

He it was who, when we escaped from the Zulu Impi, had told me to steer north, because there we should find the place of a white man who lived under the shadow of a great peak that was full of baboons.

Perhaps he could help in this extremity--at any rate it was worth trying.
"Indaba-zimbi," I said, "you say that you can send your spirit through the doors of space and see what we cannot see.

At the least I know that you can do strange things.

Can you not help me now?
If you can, and will save her, I will give you half the cattle that we have here." "I never said anything of the sort, Macumazahn," he answered.