About eight o'clock
At last , somehow or other , the night passed away ; but when dawn broke I found that my companions had slept no better than myself . Good , indeed , was in a high fever , and very soon afterwards began to grow light-headed , and also , to my alarm , to spit blood , the result , no doubt , of some internal injury , inflicted during the desperate efforts made by the Kukuana warrior on the previous day to force his big spear through the chain armour . Sir Henry , however , seemed pretty fresh , notwithstanding his wound on the face , which made eating difficult and laughter an impossibility , though he was so sore and stiff that he could scarcely stir . About eight o'clock we had a visit from Infadoos , who appeared but little the worse -- tough old warrior that he was -- for his exertions in the battle , although he informed us that he had been up all night . He was delighted to see us , but much grieved at Good 's condition , and shook our hands cordially . I noticed , however , that he addressed Sir Henry with a kind of reverence , as though he were something more than man ; and , indeed , as we afterwards found out , the great Englishman was looked on throughout Kukuanaland as a supernatural being . No man , the soldiers said , could have fought as he fought or , at the end of a day of such toil and bloodshed , could have slain Twala , who , in addition to being the king , was supposed to be the strongest warrior in the country , in single combat , shearing through his bull-neck at a stroke .