great axe aloft, and casting down his own weapon upon the ground. Now,

the watchers saw all the cunning of his fight, and those of them who

hated Jikiza shouted aloud. But others were silent.

Slowly Jikiza gathered himself from the ground, wondering if he were

still alive, and as he rose he grasped the little axe of Umslopogaas,

and, looking at it, he wept. But Umslopogaas held up the great Groan-

Maker, the iron chieftainess, and examined its curved points of blue

steel, the gouge that stands behind it, and the beauty of its haft,