is--six of them--but they ran
away in the night."

"_Whau_! They will not run far," said the Zulu, and a meaning grin
played upon the faces of his countrymen.

"Do you know Sobuza?" asked Gerard, handing them a huge pannikin of
strong black coffee, well sweetened, of which, in accordance with
custom, he took a preliminary sip.

They looked at each other, and then followed a discussion as to whether
it was Sobuza the son of Panhla, or that other Sobuza who was once in
command of the king's bodyguard, or Sobuza the son of somebody else.

Gerard added that he didn't know who Sobuza's father was, but his
father's son, at any rate, was a chief in the Udhloko regiment.

"_Ehe_!" cried the warriors in concert. "That is Sobuza the son of
Panhla. He has his kraal by the Intaba'nkulu. Do you know him,
_Umlungu_?"

"I did, once. But, next time you see him, ask him when he is inclined
for another swim in the Umgeni river." And then, as well as he could,
he described the incident of the chief's misadventure, and how, indeed,
he was able to come to his aid twice in the same day. The Zulus
listened attentively, and Gerard hoped that his object in telling the
story was gained, viz. to establish some sort of a claim upon their
friendship in case they should belong to the dreaded freebooting clan.

"Do you belong to the chief Ingonyama?" said Dawes, when he had done.

"Ingonyama?"

"Yes."

"Ingonyama's kraal is out Hlobane way. Are you going to visit him?"
said the Zulu, in true native fashion avoiding a direct answer, and
further, replying to one question by another.

"We know not. Perhaps, if we have time," answered Dawes, rising. "And
now, _amadoda_ [men], it is becoming light. We must get upon our road
again."

With magical suddenness the sun had burst forth. The sky overhead was a
vivid blue, which had almost a shade of the most lovely green in it, in
direct contrast to the white and solid masses of fleecy vapour which was
giving way before the arrowy rays. The curtain of mist, rolling back
from the slopes of the hills, was disclosing a carpet of sheeny
dewdrops, sparkling, glittering in the sun like a sea of diamonds.
Dawes was about to give orders to inspan, when there burst forth from
around the spur of the hill a most horrible and startling tumult.

A wave of dark figures surged into view, shouting, whistling, leaping.
On they poured like a pack of wolves. But some distance ahead of them--
fleeing