Part 13 (1/2)

”Do you think they'll have the barbarity to put us to death?” asked Percy. ”What object can they have in doing so?”

”Those fellows think no more of killing a man than we do of snuffing out a candle. If Mangaleesu cannot persuade them to let us go, we'll have a poor chance indeed of escape.”

It seemed that Denis was right in his conjectures. The dreadful old witch was evidently bent on their destruction. Still, while there's life there's hope, and Percy did not give way to despair. They both maintained as calm a manner as they could command.

Again Mangaleesu addressed the prince with a boldness which astonished the other chiefs, who regarded the dreadful old impostor with the most profound awe; but he was again out-talked, both by her and the other chiefs. Presently the men who had gone into the hut to look for Lionel returned with the astonis.h.i.+ng announcement that he was not to be found, declaring that they could not account for his disappearance.

”What has become of your companion?” asked Umbulazi.

”We were not set to watch him, and if he's not there, it's clear that he's gone,” answered Denis, adding in English, ”and I hope you are much the wiser for the information.”

”How did he go?” asked the prince.

”If he walked, he went on two legs,” answered Denis.

”But how did he get out of the hut?” inquired the Prince.

”The guards who had us in charge should answer that question,” said Denis, in the same tone as before.

”Where are the guards? Send them here!” cried Umbulazi, in an angry tone.

Denis feared that the poor fellows would lose their lives, and unwilling to have them put to death, he cried out--

”They are not to blame. He is but a small boy, so he crept out by a hole, through which a large man could not have forced his way. He is with our friends long ago, I hope, so you need not trouble yourselves about him.”

This answer, however, did not save the unfortunate guards, who soon approached, looking very downcast.

”I gave three prisoners into your charge; here are two, but where is the third?” asked the prince.

The three guards could not reply. At last one of them asked permission to go and search the hut. The prince told them that they might do so, but must come back and be killed, if they did not find the boy.

As may be supposed, they were a long time in making the search, and although the Zulus are very indifferent to death, yet they were naturally unwilling to go back and be killed. Denis earnestly hoped that they would try and make their escape, for he justly feared that should the prince once see blood flowing, like the savage tiger, he would be even more ready than before to shed theirs.

At last the prince, growing impatient, ordered some men to go to the hut and bring out the guards, either with or without the prisoner. The unhappy wretches were quickly dragged forward.

”Where is the boy?” asked the prince.

No answer was given.

”Kill them!” he exclaimed; and in an instant some heavy clubs descended on their heads, and each man lay in his blood, pierced by a dozen a.s.segais.

”It will be our turn next!” cried Denis. ”Are you ready, Percy?”

”As much as I can be. How thankful I am that Lionel escaped!” As he spoke, a dozen warriors with their a.s.segais uplifted, still dripping with the blood of their former victims, approached; but at that moment there was a cry that some white men were coming, one of them waving a flag.

”Hold!” exclaimed Umbulazi. ”It will not be wise to kill the prisoners just as their countrymen are coming. I would rather have them as friends than enemies.”

Denis, who heard him speak, felt his heart bound.

”I don't think we shall die just yet,” he said to Percy, ”for here come Hendricks and Crawford and Umgolo, with a dozen armed men close behind them.”