p, and she seemed about to say something; but
the other interrupted--

"By Jove, we must get on. It'll be dark directly, and looks like a
storm in the offing, and we've a good way to go. Well, ta-ta to you,
sir. So long!" And the buggy spun away over the flat.

Gerard followed it with his glance until it was out of sight. Then he
turned to the Zulu. That worthy was seated on the ground, calmly taking
snuff.

"Ha, _Umlungu_!" [white man] he exclaimed, as, having completed that
operation, he replaced his horn snuff-tube in the hole cut out of the
lobe of his ear for that purpose. "This has been a great day--a great
day. Surely my _inyoka_ has taken your shape. Twice have you helped me
this day. Twice in the same day have you come to my aid. Wonderful--
wonderful! The death of the water--to pass through the mighty fall to
the Spiritland--that is nothing. It is a fitting end for a warrior.
But that I, Sobuza, of the Aba Qulusi, of the people of Zulu--that I,
Sobuza, the second fighting captain of the Udhloko regiment--should be
`eaten up' by four or five miserable dogs of _Amakafula_ [Note 2].
_Whau_! that were indeed the end of the world. I will not forget this
day, _Umlungu_. Tell me again thy name."

Gerard, who although he understood by no means all of this speech, had
picked up sufficient Zulu to grasp most of its burden, repeated his
names, slowly and distinctly, again and again. But Sobuza shook his
head. He could not pronounce them. The nearest he could come was a
sort of Lewis Carrollian contraction of the two--"U' Jeriji,"
pronouncing the "r" as a guttural aspirate.

"I shall remember," he said; "I shall remember. And now, Jeriji, I
journey to the northward to the land of the Zulu. Fare thee well."

Instinctively Gerard put forth his hand. With a pleased smile the
warrior grasped it in a hearty muscular grip. Then with a sonorous
"_Hlala gahle_," (or farewell), he turned and strode away over the now
fast darkening _veldt_.

The occupants of the buggy, speeding too on _their_ way, were engaged in
something of an altercation.

"It was too provoking of you, Tom," the girl was saying, "to rush me
away like that."

"So? Well, we've no time to spare as it is. And that cloud-bank over
there means a big thunderstorm, or I'm a Dutchman."

"I don't care if it does. And we never found out his name--who he is."

"No more we did, now you mention it," said the other in a tone of
half-regr