“Find out with your kerrie.”

Acting on this hint the black devil held up the child, and was about to kill it with his knobstick.  This was more than I could bear.  I sprang at him and struck him with all my force in the face, little caring if I was speared or not.  He dropped Tota on the ground.

“Ou!” he said, putting his hand to his nose, “the White Spirit has a hard fist.  Come, Spirit, I will fight you for the child.”

The soldiers cheered and laughed.  “Yes! yes!” they said, “let Bombyane fight the White Spirit for the child.  Let them fight with assegais.”

For a moment I hesitated.  What chance had I against this black giant?  But I had promised poor Hans to save the child if I could, and what did it matter?  As well die now as later.  However, I had wit enough left to make a favour of it, and intimated to the chief through Indaba-zimbi that I was quite willing to condescend to kill Bombyane, on condition that if I did so the child’s life should be given to me.  Indaba-zimbi interpreted my words, but I noticed that he would not look on me as he spoke, but covered his face with his hands and spoke of me as “the ghost” or the “son of the spirit.”  For some reason that I have never quite understood, the chief consented to the duel.  I fancy it was because he believed me to be more than mortal, and was anxious to see the last of Bombyane.

“Let them fight,” he said.  “Give them assegais and no shields; the child shall be to him who conquers.”

“Yes! yes!” cried the soldiers.  “Let them fight.  Don’t be afraid, Bombyane; if he is a spirit, he’s a very small one.”

“I never was frightened of man or beast, and I am not going to run away from a White Ghost,” answered the redoubtable Bombyane, as he examined the blade of his great bangwan or stabbing assegai.

Then they made a ring round us, gave me a similar assegai, and set us some ten paces apart.  I kept my face as calm as I could, and tried to show no signs of fear, though in my heart I was terribly afraid.  Humanly speaking, my doom was on me.  The giant warrior before me had used the assegai from a child—­I had no experience of the weapon.  Moreover, though I was quick and active, he must have been at least twice as strong as I am.  However, there was no help for it, so, setting my teeth, I grasped the great spear, breathed a prayer, and waited.

The giant stood awhile looking at me, and, as he stood, Indaba-zimbi walked across the ring behind me, muttering as he passed, “Keep cool, Macumazahn, and wait for him.  I will make it all right.”

As I had not the slightest intention of commencing the fray, I thought this good advice, though how Indaba-zimbi could “make it all right” I failed to see.