But the Baas will go back quick to the Vaal--p'r'aps." Then an evil smile passed over his face, as he thought of the fall of the Rooinek--of Dr.Jim in Oom Paul's clutches.

He opened and shut his fingers again with a malignant cruelty.
Standing before the fire, Byng said to Jasmine meditatively, with that old ironic humour which was always part of him: "'Fee, fo, fi, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.'" Her face contracted with pain.

"They will take Dr.Jim's life ?" she asked, solemnly.
"It's hard to tell.

It isn't him alone.

There's lots of others that we both know." "Yes, yes, of course.