ever see another sun.

Now Umslopogaas reached the mountain, and when he had passed the
forest--of which he had learned every secret way--the darkness gathered,
and the wolves awoke in the darkness and drew near howling. Umslopogaas
howled in answer, and presently that great wolf Deathgrip came to him.
Umslopogaas saw him and called him by his name; but, behold! the brute
did not know him, and flew at him, growling. Then Umslopogaas remembered
that the she-wolf's skin was not bound about his shoulders, and
therefore it was that the wolf Deathgrip knew him not. For though in
the daytime, when the wolves slept, he might pass to and fro without the
skin, at night it was not so. He had not brought the skin, because he
dared not wear it in the sight of the men of the kraal, lest they should
know him for one of the Wolf-Brethren, and it had not been his plan
to seek the mountain again that night, but rather on the morrow.
Now Umslopogaas knew that his danger was great indeed. He beat back
Deathgrip with his kerrie, but others were behind him, for the wolves
gathered fast. Then he bounded away towards the cave, for he was so
swift of foot that the wolves could not catch him, though they pressed
him hard, and once the teeth of one of them tore his moocha. Never
before did he run so fast, and in the end he reached the cave and rolled
the rock to, and as he did so the wolves dashed themselves against it.
Then he clad himself in the hide of the she-wolf, and, pushing aside the
stone, came out. And, lo! the eyes of the wolves were opened, and they
knew him for one of the brethren who ruled over them, and slunk away at
his bidding.

Now Umslopogaas sat himself down at the mouth of the cave waiting
for Galazi, and he thought. Presently Galazi came, and in few words
Umslopogaas told him all his tale.

"You have run a great risk, my brother," said Galazi. "What now?"

"This," said Umslopogaas: "these people of ours are hungry for the flesh
of men; let us feed them full on the soldiers of Chaka, who sit yonder
at the kraal seeking my life. I would take vengeance for Mopo, my
father, and all my brethren who are dead, and for my mothers, the wives
of Mopo. What say you?"

Galazi laughed aloud. "That will be merry, my brother," he said. "I
weary of hunting beasts, let us hunt men to-night."

"Ay, to-night," said Umslopogaas, nodding. "I long to look upon that
captain as a maid longs for her lover's kiss. But first let us rest and
ea