The White Hecatomb, and Other Stories. W. C. Scully

blazing walls.

      About an hour afterwards Dogolwana again heard some one trying to open the door.

      “Who is there?” he called out, his voice sounding muffled through the blanket which he had drawn over his head.

      “Open the door, Philip; it is I, Songoza.”

      “My chief,” replied Dogolwana; “Philip, with your wife and children, is sleeping in the next hut on the left.”

      Songoza gave one frightful shriek, and rushed forth as if driven by fiends.