reward and consequently taking his discharge and purchasing the
farm, he would be jolly glad if old Ghamba would come and live with
him. This is only some of what he said; when Langley's tongue got into
motion, he seemed to have some difficulty in stopping it.

However, he paused at last, and then Ghamba, looking very intently at
him, said;

"Look here, can you keep a secret?"

Here was a mystery.

"Rather," said Langley.

"Will you swear by the name of God that you will not reveal what I tell
you?"

Langley swore.

Ghamba drew near until his teeth were within a few inches of Langley's
cheek, and said in a whisper;

"I know where Umhlonhlo is."

Langley started, and said in an awed voice;

"Where is he?

"Wait a bit," said Ghamba, "perhaps I will tell you, and perhaps I
won't. I like you, you have given me tobacco, and you are not too proud
to come and talk to a poor old man. Now, you say you would like to make
five hundred pounds and buy a farm?"

"Rather."

"And that you would let me go and live on the farm with you and end my
days in peace?"

"I would, gladly."

"Well then, if I lake you to where Umhlonhlo is, and you kill him and
get the money, will you give me twenty-five pounds, and let me keep a
few goats, and grow a few mealies on your land?"

"I should think I would. But how could one man take or kill Umhlonhlo?
They say he is well armed and that he has a lot of followers with him."

"Umhlonhlo," said Ghamba, glancing anxiously round as if he feared the
very ant-heap were listening, "is hiding in a cave in the mountains,
not three days' walk from here. He has not got a single man with him,
because he fears being given up. He is really in hiding from his own
followers now. My sister is one of his wives, and that is how I know
all about it. I passed the cave where he lives, four nights ago, and
saw him sitting by the fire. He has only a few women with him."

"And how do you think I should take him?"

"Take him? you should kill him. I will guide you to the cave by night,
and then you can shoot him as he sits by the fire."

Langley, although no coward, was not particularly brave. He did not
much relish the idea of alone tackling the redoubtable Umhlonhlo, a
savage of muscle, who was reported to be always armed to the teeth.
Moreover, he had no gun, and was but an indifferent shot with a
revolver. So he thought over the matter for a few moments and then
said:

"Look here, Ghamba. I do n