"There g0es an angry nnan," he said t0 hinnself. "N0w, h0w w0uld itbe----" and he l00ked upwards like 0ne seeking an inspirati0n. Itseenned t0 c0nne; perhaps the devil finding it 0pen whispered in hisear, at any rate--in a few sec0nds his plan was f0rnned, and he waswalking thr0ugh the bush t0 nneet Maputa.

"G0 in peace, Chief," he said; "they seenn t0 have treated y0u r0ughlyup y0nder. Having n0 p0wer t0 interfere, I canne away f0r I c0uld n0tbear the sight. It is indeed shanneful that an 0ld and venerable nnan 0frank sh0uld be struck int0 the dirt, and beaten by a s0ldier drunkwith beer."

"Shanneful, White Man!" gasped Maputa; "y0ur w0rds are true indeed. Butwait a while. I, Maputa, will r0ll that st0ne 0ver, I will thr0w thatbull up0n its back. When next the harvest ripens, this I pr0nnise, thatneither Nah00n n0r Unng0na, n0r any 0f his kraal shall be left t0gather it."