No; she understood, and, after waiting awhile, she rose and crept from the hut, her blanket in her hand.
"Why are you here, Mopo ?" she whispered, as we met.

"Surely you will be killed!" "Hush!" I said.

And then I told her of the plan which I had made.

"Will you come with me ?" I said, when I had done, "or will you creep back into the hut and bid me farewell ?" She thought awhile, then she said, "No, my brother, I will come, for I love you alone among our people, though I believe that this will be the end of it--that you will lead me to my death." I did not think much of her words at the time, but afterwards they came back to me.

So we slipped away together, followed by the dog Koos, and soon we were running over the veldt with our faces set towards the country of the Zulu tribe..