Go
in peace _Inkoos_--to sleep in peace."
CHAPTER III
THE END OF THE HUNT
The prayer of the Bee notwithstanding, Philip Hadden slept ill that
night. He felt in the best of health, and his conscience was not
troubling him more than usual, but rest he could not. Whenever he closed
his eyes, his mind conjured up a picture of the grim witch-doctoress,
so strangely named the Bee, and the sound of her evil-omened words as
he had heard them that afternoon. He was neither a superstitious nor a
timid man, and any supernatural beliefs that might linger in his mind
were, to say the least of it, dormant. But do what he might, he could
not shake off a certain eerie sensation of fear, lest there should be
some grains of truth in the prophesyings of this hag. What if it were
a fact that he was near his death, and that the heart which beat so
strongly in his breast must soon be still for ever--no, he would not
think of it. This gloomy place, and the dreadful sight which he saw that
day, had upset his nerves. The domestic customs of these Zulus were not
pleasant, and for his part he was determined to be clear of them so soon
as he was able to escape the country.
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