You don't mind going with Heer Allan, do you ?" "No," she said, a little doubtfully, and began to cry again.

Presently she remembered that she was thirsty, and asked for water.

I led her to the river and she drank.

"Why is my hand red, Heer Allan ?" she asked, pointing to the smear of Bombyane's blood-stained fingers.
At this moment I felt very glad that I had killed Bombyane.
"It is only paint, dear," I said; "see, we will wash it and your face." As I was doing this, Indaba-zimbi returned.

The guns were all gone; he said the Zulus had taken them and the powder.