"This way!" I yelled, lest he should mistake the hut, then quick as lightning I was inside. So was he, in about a moment, and was on his back with both heels jammed hard against the slammed-to wicker slab that constituted the door, while the whole snarling mouthing pack was hurling itself against the same, snapping and growling, till finding they couldn't get in, the ill-conditioned brutes started to fight with each other. Then a man came out of an adjacent hut and shied knobsticks into the lot, dispersing them with many a pained yell. The while I lay there and laughed till I cried. "If you could only have seen yourself, Falkner, covering distance in the moonlight and a short shirt," I managed to gasp at length. "Man, what the deuce took you wandering about at night? They don't like that here, you know." "Oh damn what they like or what they don't like!" he growled pantingly. "I couldn't sleep--some infernal leggy thing or other ran over me--so thought I'd admire the view a little by moonlight. Then those loathly brutes came for me all at once. Here! give us hold of that fat flask we had the sense to bring along. I want a drink badly." "So do I!" I said starting off to laugh again. "Well, you mustn't do any more moonlight patrols. It's _tagati_, as the Zulus say." CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. A GRIM FIND. Soon trade became brisk. I had the waggons partly off-loaded, and by dint of stretching a large sail across both of them formed an impromptu store in which the goods were piled. All day long the people crowded up, those who were not dealing enjoying the fun of witnessing the arts and dodges of those who were; just as an outdoor sale on the market square of a town will always attract a number of folks who have nothing else to do, and also, an equal number perhaps of those who have.