Now it will be our turn, Lord Macumazana." "Well," I exclaimed, "I hope these devils are satisfied with Jana's answer to their accursed offerings, and if they try their fiendish pranks on us----" "Doubtless there will be another answer.

But, Lord, the question is, will that help us ?" Dumb with impotent rage I returned to the house, where presently the remains of the reed gate opened.

Through it appeared Simba the King, the diviner with the injured foot walking upon crutches, and others of whom the most were more or less wounded, presumably by the hailstones.

Then it was that in my wrath I put off the pretence of not understanding their language and went for them before they could utter a single word.
"Where are our servants, you murderers ?" I asked, shaking my fist at them.

"Have you sacrificed them to your devil-god?
If so, behold the fruits of sacrifice!" and I swept my arm towards the country beyond.
"Where are your crops ?" I went on.