With a roar like that of a lion the great man cast off those who heldhim and seizing one of them round the waist and thigh, he put out allhis terrible strength. Lifting him as though he had been an infant, hehurled him over the edge of the cliff to find his death on the rocksof the Pool of Doom. Then crying:--

"Black Heart! your turn, Black Heart the traitor!" he rushed atHadden, his eyes rolling and foam flying from his lips, as he passedstriking the chief Maputa from his mule with a backward blow of hisarm. Ill would it have gone with the black man if Nahoon had caughthim. But he could not come at him, for the soldiers sprang upon himand notwithstanding his fearful struggles they pulled him to theground, as at certain festivals the Zulu regiments with their nakedarms pull down a bull in the presence of the king.