"'She speaks truly now,' said one of those who stood near. 'Let the

club be, young man: he who owns it smites great blows indeed, but in

the end he dies by the assegai. None dare own the Watcher of the

"'A good death and a swift!' I answered. And pondered a time, while

still the old woman watched me through her horny eyes. At length she

rose, 'La!, la!' she said, 'the Watcher is not for this one. This is

but a child, I must seek me a man, I must seek me a man!'

"'Not so fast, old wife,' I said. 'Will you lend me this club to hold