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The friends therefore, after taking careful note of the spot where the immense animals were feeding, returned to the wagon and, having provided themselves with an abundant supply of ammunition, changed their saddles from the horses that they had hitherto been riding to the two which had been presented to them by King Lobelalatutu, and cantered off, after giving Mafuta whom they left in charge of the wagon and stock strict injunctions to make for a certain indicated spot, and there outspan and await them.

Then the headman stepped forward and said, Mafuta standing by to act as interpreter: "I, Insimbi, headman of the village of M'gama, in the country of the Makolo, bear the greetings of the great King Lobelalatutu to the unknown white men who have crossed the Great Water to visit him, to offer him gifts, and to request his permission to visit the ruins of the great city that are situate near the king's village.

"My friend, I think you had better persuade the ladies to go below for a few minutes, for the chances are that we shall presently behold a sight that would haunt them for ever, should they happen to see it." Then he turned to Lobelalatutu and said "Now, if you can see the place of punishment, point it out to me." "Behold, it is there," answered the savage, pointing.

I have no gift of fluent speech, but I pray you to recall what he said, and to believe that I agree with every word, and would fain say them all again." "And you, Sekukuni?" reiterated Lobelalatutu. "I spoke falsely, O King, when I said that I was the victim of Sekosini's wiles," answered Sekukuni. "I think as he thinks, and answered as I did only in the hope that my punishment might be mitigated.

"'Nkosi," he cried, in a full, deep, resonant tone of voice, "Lobelalatutu, the King of the Makolo, salutes you by the mouth of me, 'Mpandula, and bids you welcome to his royal village. Behold a squadron of his royal guard, which he has dispatched, under my command, to conduct you in all honour to his presence. He awaits you now in his palace.

I would that the four Spirits of the Winds, who made me king over the Makolo, were here, for I have faithfully obeyed their injunctions, and they would help me. But you are friends of the Spirits, and it may be that your wisdom will find a way for me. May I speak?" "Speak freely and without fear, O Lobelalatutu!" answered Dick.

We know what happened to M'Bongwele, the former king of the Makolo; and we know why Lobelalatutu was chosen king in his place." "Wau!" murmured the assembled chiefs behind their hands, in awestricken tones; "it is wonderful!" while Lobelalatutu shifted uneasily in his seat as he gazed apprehensively in the faces of his two visitors.

"Do you know where the place of punishment is?" demanded the professor, sharply. "Yes, I know it," answered Lobelalatutu. "It is that much beyond the village on its far side." And, pointing to the sun, he described with his finger a small arc representing the apparent travel of that luminary across the sky during a quarter of an hour.

The five white men each with his rifle in his hand, as a safeguard against possible accident stared about them in perplexity. "What has happened, Lobelalatutu; what has become of your people?" demanded the professor. "They are hiding in their huts," answered the chief. "They remember what happened when the Four Spirits last visited us, and they are afraid!" "So!" ejaculated the professor.

"You cannot save his life?" demanded the chief; and there was a note of keen anguish and fierce sorrow in his accents as he asked the question. "I do not say that," answered von Schalckenberg. "It may be possible. But blind, deaf, dumb, as he is, what will life be worth to him, even if I can preserve it?" "True, O Spirit," answered Lobelalatutu.

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