But
wait a while. I, Maputa, will roll that stone over, I will throw that
bull upon its back. When next the harvest ripens, this I promise, that
neither Nahoon nor Umgona, nor any of his kraal shall be left to gather
it."
"And how will you manage that, Maputa?"
"I do not know, but I will find a way. Oh! I tell you, a way shall be
found."
Hadden patted the pony's neck meditatively, then leaning forward, he
looked the chief in the eyes and said:--
"What will you give me, Maputa, if I show you that way, a sure and
certain one, whereby you may be avenged to the death upon Nahoon, whose
violence I also have seen, and upon Umgona, whose witchcraft brought
sore sickness upon me?"
"What reward do you seek, White Man?" asked Maputa eagerly.
"A little thing, Chief, a thing of no account, only the girl Nanea, to
whom as it chances I have taken a fancy."
"I wanted her for myself, White Man, but he who sits at Ulundi has laid
his hand upon her."
"That is nothing, Chief; I can arrange with him who 'sits at Ulundi.
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