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Updated: June 29, 2025
His eyelids were very red, and his eyes, though dim, had a deep and intent look. Ugly as was the man or perhaps by virtue of his ugliness he exercised a strange fascination over Langley. The old man, whose name turned out to be Ghamba, proved himself a talker after Langley's own heart. They discussed all sorts of things. Ghamba startled his hearer by his breadth of experience and his shrewdness.
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.
If you have to shoot, aim low." In a few minutes Ghamba returned. "Come on," he said. "He is sitting at the fire in front of the cave. I have just seen him." "Where is the cave?" asked Whitson. "Is it far from here?" "We will reach it very soon; you can see the light of the fire from a few paces ahead."
"The pathway leads up on the left side," replied Ghamba. "We will walk close up to the crag, where there is a narrow passage between it and that big black rock which you see against the light. You two can lead, and I will be close behind. I have just seen him. He is sitting at the fire, eating, and only the women are with him."
Next morning they met Ghamba again, and agreed to start on their expedition that evening. He explained that they must do all their traveling by night, and lie by during the day; because it would never do for him, Ghamba, to run the risk of being recognised by persons whom they might meet.
"The pathway leads up on the left side," replied Ghamba; "we will walk close up to the crag where there is a narrow passage between it and that big black rock which you see against the light. You two can lead, and I will tie close behind. I have just seen him. He is sitting at the fire, eating, and only the women are with him."
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.
So, after a short conversation, Langley and Whitson returned to camp, having made an appointment to meet Ghamba again on the following morning at sunrise, so as to finally arrange as to time of starting, etc. They went at once to the officer in charge of the detachment and applied for ten days' leave of absence for the purpose of proceeding to Pietermaritzburg, which was at once granted.
Should I take all this trouble if I did not know what I were doing?" They walked all night, only resting once or twice for a few minutes. It was found that Ghamba; in spite of his age, was an extremely good walker; and when they halted at daylight, Langley was so done up that he could not have held out for another half-hour. Whitson, the wiry, had not yet felt the least fatigue.
"Very well," said Ghamba, "I will tell you everything, but you must both remember what you have sworn to." "Yes, all right," said Whitson. Ghamba then looked at Langley, who repeated the words. "I will tell you," said Ghamba, "all I can remember, and you can ask questions, which I shall answer truly.
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