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"Did he not tell you to keep awake?" Langley was grateful for this evidence of consideration, but he could not quite make out how Ghamba had been able to understand what Whitson had said. However, when the latter awoke, Langley said nothing to him about having disobeyed instructions.
Ghamba drew near until his teeth were within a few inches of Langley's cheek, and said in a whisper: "I know where Umhlonhlo is." Langley started, and said in an awed voice: "Where is he?" "Wait a bit," said Ghamba; "perhaps I will tell you, and perhaps I won't. I like you; you have given me tobacco, and you are not too proud to come and talk to a poor old man.
Whitson then told Langley to follow him, and the two walked down the footpath towards where they had left Ghamba, Him they found lying motionless in the position in which he had been left about an hour previously. They removed the sack and the gag and untied his feet, first taking the precaution to fasten the belt by one end of his bound hands, Whitson holding the other.
So he thought over the matter for a few moments and then said: "Look here, Ghamba. I do not care to tackle this job alone, but if I can take another man with me, I am on." "Then you will only get half of the five hundred pounds, and will not be able to buy the farm. You need not be afraid; you can shoot him without his seeing you." "No," said Langley after a pause.
"I will not go alone, but if you will let me take another man with me, it can be managed. It will make no difference to you; you will get your twenty-five pounds." "And how about my going to live on the farm with you?" "Well, I could not buy the farm for two hundred and fifty pounds. Come, we will give you fifty pounds instead of twenty-five." Ghamba thought for a while and then said;
Langley questioned Ghamba, but he would not speak. After several attempts to force him to answer had been vainly made, Whitson said: "Now tell him that if he speaks and tells the whole truth he will only be shot, but if he does not speak he will be burned alive." This was interpreted, but the threat had no apparent effect.
They did not approach by the course which Ghamba had indicated, but made their way quietly up the slope straight against the face of the crag. They reached the heap of rocks, and crept in amongst them by means of another narrow passage, close to the inner end of which the fire was, and this is what they saw through the twigs of a scrubby bush which effectually concealed them.
This is only some of what he said; when Langley's tongue got into motion, he seemed to have some difficulty in stopping it. However, he paused at last, and then Ghamba, looking very intently at him, said: "Look here, can you keep a secret?" Here was a mystery. "Rather!" said Langley. "Will you swear by the name of God that you will not reveal what I have to tell you?" Langley swore.
Whom did that belong to? You surely never got a white woman up here?" "Yes, we did," said Ghamba, with a horrible half-smile which bared the gums high above the sockets of his tusks. "She was a young girl who had strayed from a waggon passing over the mountain by the Ladysmith road, only a day's walk from here.
Charmed as was Langley by the old man's conversation, he felt that on this occasion there was a little too much of it; that Ghamba was not nearly so good a listener as he had been on the previous day; so when the latter at length put a question to him, thus affording an opportunity for the exercise of his own pentup loquacity, Langley felt elated, more especially as several inquiries were grouped together in the one asking.
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