Two black hunters, who were ranging through the Bush a little way off, stopped, hearing the barking.
"My dog has started game of some kind," said one. "He does not bark for nothing."
"Let us go and look," said the other. They turned aside in the direction of the sound, and presently came upon the dog, who bounded to his master and licked his hand.
"What have you been barking for?" demanded his master, patting him. The dog wagged his tail vigorously and ran a few paces into the bushes.
"I believe there is something in that direction," the hunter said. "We might as well go and see, Chukeroo."
They moved noiselessly through the scrub, and presently Chukeroo caught his friend's arm.
"See, Wonga," he whispered. "There is a demon! Let us fly!"
Wonga looked, and saw a strange, glittering figure standing by a tree. He was just as afraid as his friend, but he was also full of curiosity.
"It seems to be a woman-demon," he whispered back. "See! it has long hair, and the face is the face of a woman." He pondered, watching the strange apparition. "And it carries weapons—strange, that a demon should go armed, Chukeroo. I should like to get hold of those weapons. They would be worth having in a fight."
"You may try, if you like, but I have no fancy for fighting demons," said Chukeroo.