noon
It will be a pretty fight . '' `` Get you gone , O Mouth , '' said Umslopogaas ; `` get you gone swiftly , lest mischief befall you ! Without my gates you shall find food to satisfy your hunger . Eat of it and begone , for if to-morrow at the noon you are found within a spear 's throw of this kraal , you and those with you shall bide there forever , O Mouth of Dingaan the king ! '' Now I made as though I would depart , then , turning suddenly , I spoke once more , saying : -- `` There were words in your message to the Black One who is dead of a certain man -- nay , how was he named ? -- of a certain Mopo . '' Now Umslopogaas started as one starts who is wounded by a spear , and stared at me .