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Accordingly, he now made up his mind to ascertain the truth for himself to which end he found himself speedily knocking at the door of Hazon's room, the while marvelling at his own unwonted perturbation lest his overture should be regarded as an intrusion. "Heard you were ill," he said shortly, having entered in obedience to the responsive "Come in."
"It may be so," he says, "yet there is a large village of these Wajalu which would prove an easy capture and would complete the number we need." "Then let us chance it," is Hazon's rejoinder. The Arab makes a murmur of assent and stalks away to his own people, while Hazon returns to where he has left his white colleague.
And now his dark face flushes with the glow of a mad excitement, a perfectly transforming exhilaration. He would thunder his commands aloud, but that a deadly coolness is as indispensable almost as accuracy of aim. His orders are the same as Hazon's and uttered as calmly but for a suppressed tremor and as audibly.
But in Hazon's piercing eyes there was a glow in which the lust of combat, despair of success, and the most indomitable resolve were about equally intermingled. The countenance of Lutali betrayed no change whatever. The bulk of the slave-hunters were scowling and eager; but the miserable slaves, realizing that massacre awaited them, were moaning and trembling with fear.
"You will return wealthy, or you will not return at all," had been Hazon's words; and now their utterer would utter no more words of any kind but he, Laurence, would he return at all? Would he? And now, as they gained the edge of the great plain, the whole impi raised a mighty battle-song, improvised to celebrate their triumph.
For some days after this conversation the two men did not come together, though they would nod the time of day to each other as before, and Laurence, who had other considerations upon his hands monetary and agreeable did not give the matter a thought. At last he noticed that Hazon's place at the table was vacant remembering, too, that it had been so for a day or two. Had he left?
Characteristic, too, was it of Hazon's method that this piece of information should have been vouchsafed as it was. Many an experience, strange and startling, had he narrated from time to time, but never for the sake of narrating it. If anything occurred to bring it forth, out it would come, carrying, perhaps, others in its train, but ever in due sequence.
Holmes, on the other hand, is firing away as fast as he can load. So far not a man has been injured. The assailants are not quite within spear-throwing distance yet. "Ammunition hold out? Oh, yes, we have plenty of that," is Hazon's reply to a rapid, low-toned query on the part of Laurence. "But it's time they turned tail. Isandhlwana was nothing to this."
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