Simba led the rout and the head-priest brought up the rear, skipping along upon one leg.
Having observed these events, which filled me with an unholy joy, we descended into the house again as there was nothing more to see, also because it occurred to me that our presence on the roof, watching their discomfiture, might irritate these savages.

About ten minutes later the gate of the fence round the guest-house was thrown open, and through it came four men carrying on a stretcher the body of the priest whom the bullet had killed, which they laid down in front of our door.

Then followed the king with an armed guard, and after him the befeathered diviner with his foot bound up, who supported himself upon the shoulders of two of his colleagues.

This man, I now perceived, wore a hideous mask, from which projected two tusks in imitation of those of an elephant.

Also there were others, as many as the space would hold.
The king called to us to come out of the house, which, having no choice, we did.