"_Au_!" he cried, "there is more revenge, more blood. I thirst for more blood. Ha! The witch is not dead yet. Where art thou, Ngcenika, spawn of a she-Fingo dog? Where art thou, that my broad _umkonto_ may drink again of thy foul blood? Lo!" The last ejaculation escaped him in a quick gasp. Just outside the circle of light he beheld a shadowy object, which seemed to move. It was the form of the wretched witch-doctress. He gathered himself together like a tiger on the spring. "Ho! Ngcenika," he cried, in a tone of exultation mingled with suppressed fury. "Thou art not dead yet--toad--carrion bird!" He was standing over the inanimate form, his assegai uplifted in his right hand, in his left the dim and sputtering candle. He made a feint to plunge it into her body, then as rapidly withdrew it. "Ha! I have a better plan. Thou shalt take Umlilwane's place." He stuck his candle on a projecting slab of rock, then bending down he laid hold of the witch-doctress by the feet and began to drag her along the ground. She was massive in her proportions, and he did not make rapid headway; the more so that the wretched creature began to struggle, though feebly, for she had lost an enormous quantity of blood, and indeed but for the endurance of her race, which dies as hard as it lives, life would have been extinct in her long ago. It was a horrible scene. The almost nude body of the hag was one mass of blood, which, coagulated over a dozen ghastly wounds, now began to well forth afresh; the muscular, half-bent form of the grim old warrior, glistening with perspiration, as with the blaze of unsatiated revenge burning in his eyes he dragged her along that grisly cavern floor. Tugging, hauling, perspiring, growling, he at length reached the brow of the pit with his ghastly freight. Then pausing a moment, with a devilish grin on his face, to contemplate the object of his deadly rancour, he pushed the body over. A dull thud and a smothered groan told that it had reached the bottom. "_Hau_! hell cat--toad's spawn!" he cried. "How do you feel down there? Where is the great witch-doctress of the Gcaleka nation now? Where is Sarili's great councillor of the Spirit-world now? With those whom her wizard arts destroyed. Men, brave fighting men all, were they--what are they now? Bones, skulls, among which the serpents crawl in and out," and as if to emphasise his words, a hissing went forth from the reptiles disturbed by this new invasion of their prison house. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed. "Wise witch-doctress, thou canst `smell out' their spirits once more in the darkness before thou diest. Thou art a great magician, but the magic of the white men--the magic of Ixeshane--is greater than thine, and it has delivered thee into my hand.