"You wait, sonny--jes' keep still an' wait. Arter a time they began to talk. Then it came out that the half-caste was on some mission from the head chief, and the young chap was mighty curious to know all about it; but the half-caste he were too slim. They jes' paced roun' each other like a couple o' strange dogs. At the end the chief he up and say, `I know where you're going.' `Soh?' said the half-caste. `Yes,' said the chief, `you're going to the white man's camp to give the white chief news of our coming.' Well, the half-caste he spat in the fire. `You are a boy,' he said; `your place is at home with the women.' `My place is with you,' said the young chief, speaking soft, so that the other laughed in his throat, and called the chief _quedin_--`boy'--again, which you know is the easiest word to rile a Kaffir. `I know, in your heart,' said the boy, `you will sell us for the white man's money.' The half-caste spat again. `Oh, yes,' he said, `the white men are in terror of you--a warrior like you would be worth a whole goat to them.' `I am Sandili,' said the lad, `son of the head chief, and one day the Amakosa will do my bidding.' The half-caste giv' a start; then he grew soft all of a sudden. `I was but trying you,' he said. `Oh, chief, forget my words, and take the path with me in the morning. We will find out where the red-coats are, how many of them, and what road they take, so that we can report to your father, and plans can be made to trap them.' I could hear the hiss of a snake in the man's speech, sonny; and it struck me then he had, in his heart, determined to take the young chief Sandili to the English colonel." "It was really Sandili?"