"You wicked villain," he gasped, whereat the chief smiled in a sickly
fashion, and turned away.
Then they were marched along the banks of the stream till they reached
the waterfall that fell into the Pool of Doom.
Hadden was a brave man after his fashion, but his heart quailed as he
gazed into that abyss.
"Are you going to throw me in there?" he asked of the Zulu captain in a
thick voice.
"You, White Man?" replied the soldier unconcernedly. "No, our orders
are to take you to the king, but what he will do with you I do not know.
There is to be war between your people and ours, so perhaps he means to
pound you into medicine for the use of the witch-doctors, or to peg you
over an ant-heap as a warning to other white men."
Hadden received this information in silence, but its effect upon his
brain was bracing, for instantly he began to search out some means of
escape.
By now the party had halted near the two thorn trees that hung over the
waters of the pool.
"Who dives first," asked the captain of the Chief Maputa.
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