"Oh, I am so glad," she said, looking at him with interest. "I shall see him before we start I like the look of him. Why if we had started when Falkner wanted us to we should have missed him." Afterwards, I repeat, I had good reason to wish we had. I have omitted to describe Tyingoza's outward appearance. He was a man of between fifty and sixty, rather inclining to stoutness, which detracted somewhat from his stature, but his walk was straight and dignified, and he carried his shaven head, crowned by the shiny ring, well held back, as became a Zulu of birth and standing. His strong face, terminating in a short, crisp, grizzled beard, was a very pleasant one, and the expression of his eyes good-humoured and genial to a degree. "Welcome, Tyingoza," I said, going forward to meet him. "Here are they who would see thy young men hunt." The chief ran his eyes over the group. "I see them, Iqalaqala," he said, in the native idiom. "_Whau_! the game is rather scarce, but I hope they will be pleased." His eyes rested for a moment on Miss Sewin, and then on me, and I remembered his joke about the new hut. Then he sat down in his accustomed place against the front of the store, while the others sank back into their former attitudes at a respectful distance. "What rum things those head-rings are, Glanton," commented Falkner, who had been staring at Tyingoza as if he were some wild animal. "Looks for all the world like a thick stick of Spanish liquorice coiled round his head. What the deuce are they made of?" "The dark gum of the mimosa, and other things," I said, going on, in the Major's interest, to translate all sorts of complimentary things which that fine old soldier had never dreamed of originating. "Well, now we've seen him," grumbled Falkner, "can't you give him a gentle hint to move on, or, at any rate, that we want to. It's high time we started, and he's delaying us like blazes." "Can't do anything of the sort," I flung back in a quick aside. "It wouldn't be etiquette to hurry him." "Etiquette! With a nigger!" jeered Falkner, going into the store to light his pipe.