Although wounded, he died fighting to the last, then fell down, shouting to me: "Chief, have I done well ?" and expired.
I was breathless and spent, but as in a dream I saw some Amangwane drag up a gaunt old savage, crying: "Here is Bangu, Bangu the Butcher, whom we have caught alive." Saduko stepped up to him.
"Ah! Bangu," he said, "now say, why should I not kill you as you would have killed the little lad Saduko long ago, had not Zikali saved him?
See, here is the mark of your spear." "Kill," said Bangu.

"Your Spirit is stronger than mine.

Did not Zikali foretell it?
Kill, Saduko." "Nay," answered Saduko.

"If you are weary I am weary, too, and wounded as well.

Take a spear, Bangu, and we will fight." So they fought there in the moonlight, man to man; fought fiercely while all watched, till presently I saw Bangu throw his arms wide and fall backwards.
Saduko was avenged.