“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.’ It is with you who are great here that I wish to come to terms. Listen: if you grant my desire, not only will I fulfil yours upon your foes, but when the girl is delivered into my hands I will give you this rifle and a hundred rounds of cartridges.”
Maputa looked at the sporting Martini, and his eyes glistened.
“It is good,” he said; “it is very good. Often have I wished for such a gun that will enable me to shoot game, and to talk with my enemies from far away. Promise it to me, White Man, and you shall take the girl if I can give her to you.”
“You swear it, Maputa?”