Oh! will you laugh at me any more, you thick-head of a Zulu?"
"No," answered Mavovo candidly. "I will give you /sibonga/. Yes, I
will make for you Titles of Praise, O clever Spotted Snake."
"And yet," went on Hans, "I am not all a hero; I am worth but half my
weight in gold. For, Baas, although I have plenty of powder and
bullets in my pocket, I lost the caps out of a hole in my waistcoat.
You remember, Baas, I told you it was charms I lost. But three remain;
no, four, for there is one on the nipple. There, Baas, there is
/Intombi/ all ready and loaded. And now when the white devil comes you
can shoot him in the eye, as you how to do up to a hundred yards, and
send him to the other devils down in hell. Oh! won't your holy father
the Predikant be glad to see him there."
Then with a self-satisfied smirk he half-cocked the rifle and handed
it to me ready for action.
"I thank God!" said Brother John solemnly, "who has taught this poor
Hottentot how to save us."
"No, Baas John, God never taught me, I taught myself.
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