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Finished eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 433 pages of information about Finished.

“That is good,” I said with a sigh of relief.  Then an idea struck me and I added, “I suppose no harm will come to Nombe, who might be thought to know too much?”

“I hope not,” he replied indifferently, “but that is a matter for her Spirit to decide.  Now go, Macumazahn, for I am weary.”

I also was weary after my prolonged seclusion under that very hot skin rug.  For be it remembered I was not yet strong again, and although this was not the real reason why I had stopped behind when the others went to the plateau, I still grew easily tired.  My real reason was that of Nombe—­that I thought they preferred to be alone.  I looked about me and saw with relief that Cetewayo and every man of his retinue were really gone.  They had not even waited to eat the ox that had been killed for them, but had carried off the meat with other provisions to their sleeping-place outside the kloof.  Having made sure of this I went to my hut and loosed Lost that fortunately enough had been unable to gnaw through the thick buffalo-hide riem with which I had fastened him to the pole.

He greeted me with rapture as though we had been parted for years.  Had he belonged to Ulysses himself he could not have been more joyful.  When one is despondent and lonesome, how grateful is the whole-hearted welcome of a dog which, we are sometimes tempted to think, is the only creature that really cares for us in the world.  Every other living thing has side interests of its own, but that of a dog is centred in its master, though it is true that it also dreams affectionately of dinner and rabbits.

Then with Lost at my feet I sat outside the hut smoking and waiting for the return of Anscombe and Heda.  Presently I caught sight of them in the gloaming.  Their arms were around one another, and in some remarkable way they had managed to dispose their heads, forgetting that the sky was still light behind them, in such fashion that it was difficult to tell one from the other.  I reflected that it was a good thing that at last we were escaping from this confounded kloof and country for one where they could marry and make an end, and became afflicted with a sneezing fit.

Heda asked where Nombe was and why supper was not ready, for Nombe played the part of cook and parlourmaid combined.  I told her something of what had happened, whereon Heda, who did not appreciate its importance in the least, remarked that she, Nombe, might as well have put on the pot before she went and done sundry other things which I forget.  Ultimately we got something to eat and turned in, Heda grumbling a little because she must sleep alone, for she had grown used to the company of the ever-watchful Nombe, who made her bed across the door-hole of the hut.

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