"Indeed, I begin to be thankful to the leopard that struck me down.
Well, Nahoon is a brave man, and he has done me a great service. I trust
that I may be able to repay it--to you, Nanea."

*****

This was the first meeting of Nanea and Hadden; but, although she did
not seek them, the necessities of his sickness and of the situation
brought about many another. Never for a moment did the white man waver
in his determination to get into his keeping the native girl who had
captivated him, and to attain his end he brought to bear all his powers
and charm to detach her from Nahoon, and win her affections for himself.
He was no rough wooer, however, but proceeded warily, weaving her about
with a web of flattery and attention that must, he thought, produce the
desired effect upon her mind. Without a doubt, indeed, it would have
done so--for she was but a woman, and an untutored one--had it not been
for a simple fact which dominated her whole nature. She loved Nahoon,
and there was no room in her heart for any other man, white or black. To
Hadden she was courteous and kindly but no more, nor did she appear
to notice any of the subtle advances by which he attempted to win a
foothold in her heart. For a while this puzzled him, but he remembered
that the Zulu women do not usually permit themselves to show feeling
towards an undeclared suitor. Therefore it became necessary that he
should speak out.

His mind once made up, he had not to wait long for an opportunity. He
was now quite recovered from his hurts, and accustomed to walk in the
neighbourhood of the kraal. About two hundred yards from Umgona's huts
rose a spring, and thither it was Nanea's habit to resort in the evening