"Yes, a good number; but not, of course, as many as black. Lately we have always tried to catch whites, because when you have eaten while flesh for some time, the flesh of a native no longer satisfies you."
"Why not?"
"The flavour is not so strong."
"Did you induce the other two policemen to come up by means of the story about Umhlonhlo?"
"Yes, they came up just as you did, and my sons caught them with the thongs. Umhlonhlo has brought us plenty of food."
"Were you able to take the cartridges out of their revolvers as you did out of mine?"
"No, I had no opportunity; but it was not necessary, because my sons were so expert at throwing the thongs that they could always catch people over the arms, and thus render them unable to shoot."
"How did they manage to become so expert?"
"By continued practice, I used to walk up the path over and over again, and let them throw the thong over me. Then the woman was always there with the club, so that if one of the thongs missed, she was ready to strike. I, also, was usually ready to help in case of necessity."
"Why did you think it necessary to take the cartridges out of my revolver?"