“Who are you?” said Verna. “Not of Sapazani? I know all his ‘children.’”
“Inkosazana!”
“What is your name?”
“Mandevu.”
“Mandevu!” she echoed thoughtfully. “Ah, now I remember.”
“Inkosazana!”
“Where from?”
The man looked at her, and shook his head whimsically. He was rather a good-looking savage, decided Denham, especially now that he had discarded European clothing.
“From nowhere,” he answered, but with a curious glance at Denham, which the latter understood, and it set him thinking more deeply than ever. He remembered the bad character given him by Inspector James. He likewise remembered something else. Things were thickening up a bit. Verna talked a little longer, and then the Zulu resumed his way, when they followed his example.
“Is that your name among them?” asked Denham, as they rode along. “Inkosazana?”