rparts of the General, till some fifty remained about the waggon
in company with three fierce-looking chiefs.

"What are we to do, General?" said Dick stoutly, as he stood there with
his rifle--"fight?"

"Wait and see," said the General calmly; and followed by Coffee and
Chicory, he walked out from the waggon to meet the Zulu chiefs.

A short conference ensued, and then the three chiefs came back with the
General, to hold out their hands to Mr Rogers and his sons.

"They say I am to tell you that they thank you in the name of our people
for making us your brothers in the hunt," said the General quietly, "and
that they will all fight for you and see you safe."

Then, in obedience to the General's directions, the oxen were
in-spanned, ready to go forward if necessary, or to retreat with the
Zulu tribe should it be beaten.

This latter misfortune, however, did not occur, for before a quarter of
an hour had elapsed the Amaswazis tribe was being chased by the Zulus,
and seeking safety in flight; while after making presents to the chiefs,
to the General's great pride and gratification in spite of his calm
demeanour, they parted with mutual feelings of goodwill.

"Saved from wreck," said Dick, who had made the principal chief happy,
by taking off his belt with the stout, keen hunting-knife and sheath,
and himself buckling it on, the others receiving similar gifts from Mr
Rogers, and Jack.

Three weeks' long journey was yet before them, during which the oxen
suffered much from the prevailing drought, but there was little of
adventure upon the rest of their road; and it was with no little relief
that the familiar land-marks in the neighbourhood of their home were at
last made out, the oxen trekking well during the last few miles, as if
they scented plenty of water and fresh green pasture at the farm.

The full moon was shining brightly as the waggon trekked up to the
house, several friends having ridden out to welcome them, as soon as it
was known that the hunters were in sight; and then once more, as soon as
the dumb creatures were seen to, they sat down at a table to an
old-fashioned English meat tea with their friends, glad to be able to
recount that they had returned without a single loss, save that of the
horses from the dreaded tsetse, while the prime object of their journey
had been attained--Dick sat amongst them completely restored, and
glowing with vigorous health.

"I should think, boys, you will be glad to