So I hurried on and arrived
in time--thank God in time! It is a long story; I will tell you the
details afterwards. Now we are all too tired. What's that noise?"
I listened and recognised the triumphant song of the Zulu hunters, who
were returning from the savage scene in the market-place. Presently
they arrived, headed by Sammy, a very different Sammy from the wailing
creature who had gone out to execution an hour or two before. Now he
was the gayest of the gay, and about his neck were strung certain
weird ornaments which I identified as the personal property of
Imbozwi.
"Virtue is victorious and justice has been done, Mr. Quatermain. These
are the spoils of war," he said, pointing to the trappings of the late
witch-doctor.
"Oh! get out, you little cur! We want to know nothing more," I said.
"Go, cook us some supper," and he went, not in the least abashed.
The hunters were carrying between them what appeared to be the body of
Hans. At first I was frightened, thinking that he must be dead, but
examination showed that he was only in a state of insensibility such
as might be induced by laudanum.
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