When the interview was finished he advanced to me and said: “Now I have heard all about you. I have heard that although young you are very clever, so clever that you do not sleep, but watch by night as well as by day. Therefore, that I, Kambula, name you Macumazahn, Watcher-by-night, and by that name you shall henceforth be known among us. Now, Macumazahn, son of George, bring out these Boers whom you are guiding that I may lead them in their moving huts to the Great Place, Umgungundhlovu, where dwells Dingaan the king. See, we lay down our spears and will come to meet them unarmed, trusting to you to protect us, O Macumazahn, Son of George,” and he cast his assegai to the ground. “Come,” I said, and led them to the wagons. CHAPTER XII. DINGAAN’S BET As I advanced to the wagons accompanied by Kambula and his two companions, I saw that Marais, in a state of great excitement, was engaged in haranguing the two Prinsloo men and Meyer, while the Vrouw Prinsloo and Marie appeared to be attempting to calm him. “They are unarmed,” I heard him shout. “Let us seize the black devils and hold them as hostages.” Thereon, led by Marais, the three Boer men came towards us doubtfully, their guns in their hands. “Be careful what you are doing,” I called to them. “These are envoys,” and they hung back a little while Marais went on with his haranguing. The Zulus looked at them and at me, then Kambula said: “Are you leading us into a trap, Son of George?” “Not so,” I answered; “but the Boers are afraid of you and think to take you prisoners.” “Tell them,” said Kambula quietly, “that if they kill us or lay a hand on us, as no doubt they can do, very soon every one of them will be dead and their women with them.” I repeated this ultimatum energetically enough, but Marais shouted: “The Englishman is betraying us to the Zulus! Do not trust him; seize them as I tell you.” What would have happened I am sure I do not know; but just then the Vrouw Prinsloo came up and caught her husband by the arm, exclaiming: “You shall have no part in this fool’s business. If Marais wishes to seize the Zulus, let him do so himself. Are you mad or drunk that you should think that Allan would wish to betray Marie to the Kaffirs, to say nothing of the rest of us?” and she began to wave an extremely dirty _vatdoek_, or dishcloth, which she always carried about with her and used for every purpose, towards Kambula as a sign of peace. Now the Boers gave way, and Marais, seeing himself in a minority, glowered at me in silence. “Ask these white people, O Macumazahn,” said Kambula, “who is their captain, for to the captain I would speak.” I translated the question, and Marais answered: “I am.” “No,” broke in Vrouw Prinsloo, “_I_ am. Tell them, Allan, that these men are all fools and have given the rule to me, a woman.” So I told them. Evidently this information surprised them a little, for they discussed together. Then Kambula said: