They saw me also and raising a cheer, dashed into the water, groups of them holding each other round the middle to prevent their being swept away.

Thereupon our silly Zulus seized their spears and formed up upon the bank.

I slid down the steep side of the "Great Doctor" and ran forward, calling out that these were friends who came.
"Friends or foes," answered their captain sullenly, "it is a pity that we should walk so far and not have a fight with those Mazitu dogs." Well, I drove them off to a distance, not knowing what might happen if the two peoples met, and then went down to the bank.

By now the Mazitu were near, and to my delight at the head of them I perceived no other than my old friend, their chief general, Babemba, a one-eyed man with whom Hans and I had shared many adventures.

Through the water he plunged with great bounds and reaching the shore, greeted me literally with rapture.
"O Macumazana," he said, "little did I hope that ever again I should look upon your face.