"
"Good," exclaimed Mavovo, and stalked on to the stake which had been
pointed out to him.
As he went he whispered something into Imbozwi's ear that seemed to
frighten that limb of Satan, for I saw him start and shiver. However,
he soon recovered, for in another minute he was engaged in
superintending those whose business it was to lash us to the posts.
This was done simply and effectively by tying our wrists with a grass
rope behind these posts, each of which was fitted with two projecting
pieces of wood that passed under our arms and practically prevented us
from moving. Stephen and I were given the places of honour in the
middle, the Union Jack being fixed, by his own request, to the top of
Stephen's stake. Mavovo was on my right, and the other Zulus were
ranged on either side of us. Hans and Sammy occupied the end posts
respectively (except those to which the poor jackasses were bound). I
noted that Hans was already very sleepy and that shortly after he was
fixed up, his head dropped forward on his breast.
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