“He not dead,” answered the Xosa in English. “Zulu nigga’s skull damn hard. He come to directly.”
“Well it wasn’t much of a scrap anyway,” grumbled Falkner. “Are there any more of them?”
“Only two women up there at the huts,” said Aïda. “But I don’t understand. They’ve done me no harm.”
“No, exactly. You don’t understand, but we do,” answered Falkner grimly. “And, now, by the way, where are the said huts?”
“Up above there. You go by the way you saw me come in. Through that passage.”
Now we saw a narrow passage similar to the one we had entered by. It seemed to lead upward.
“Quite sure it’s all there are?” he said.
“Yes. There are only a couple of huts there, and I don’t think there’s any way out, that side. Oh—What is that?”
The words came out in a sort of shriek. As ill luck would have it she had turned and caught sight of the remains of the other two victims. She covered her face with her hands.
“Oh take me out of this horrible place. Now I begin to see,” and she shivered all over.