face livid with rage.

"There goes an angry man," he said to himself. "Now, how would it
be----" and he looked upwards like one seeking an inspiration. It seemed
to come; perhaps the devil finding it open whispered in his ear, at any
rate--in a few seconds his plan was formed, and he was walking through
the bush to meet Maputa.

"Go in peace, Chief," he said; "they seem to have treated you roughly up
yonder. Having no power to interfere, I came away for I could not bear
the sight. It is indeed shameful that an old and venerable man of rank
should be struck into the dirt, and beaten by a soldier drunk with
beer."

"Shameful, White Man!" gasped Maputa; "your words are true indeed. But
wait a while. I, Maputa, will roll that stone over, I will throw that
bull upon its back. When next the harvest ripens, this I promise, that
neither Nahoon nor Umgona, nor any of his kraal shall be left to gather
it."

"And how will you manage that, Maputa?"

"I do not know, but I will find a way. Oh! I tell you, a way shall be
found."

Hadden patted the pony's neck meditatively, then leaning forward, he
looked the chief in the eyes and said:--

"What will you give me, Maputa, if I show you that way, a sure and
certain one, whereby you may be avenged to the death upon Nahoon, whose