Now and again he poked me in the ribs with the handle of his assegai, as though to assure himself that I was solid, and several times he asked me to be so good as to prophesy how many Zulus would be killed before the "Amaboona," as they called the Boers, were "eaten up." At first I took no notice of him beyond scowling, but presently, goaded into anger, I prophesied that he would be dead in an hour! He only laughed aloud.

"Oh! White Spirit," he said, "is it so?
Well, I've walked a long way from Zululand, and shall be glad of a rest." And he got it shortly, as will be seen.
Now the Zulus began to sing again-- "We have caught the White Spirit, my brother! my brother! Iron-Tongue whispered of him, he smelt him out, my brother.
Now the Maboona are ours--they are already dead, my brother." So that treacherous villain Indaba-zimbi had betrayed me.

Suddenly the chief of the Impi, a grey-haired man named Sususa, held up his assegai, and instantly there was silence.

Then he spoke to some indunas who stood near him.

Instantly they ran to the right and left down the first line, saying a word to the captain of each company as they passed him.