I noted that Hans was already very sleepy and that shortly after he was fixed up, his head dropped forward on his breast.

Evidently his medicine was working, and almost I regretted that I had not taken some while I had the chance.
When we were all fastened, Imbozwi came round to inspect.

Moreover, with a piece of white chalk he made a round mark on the breast of each of us; a kind of bull's eye for the archers to aim at.
"Ah! white man," he said to me as he chalked away at my shooting coat, "you will never burn anyone's hair again with your magic shield.

Never, never, for presently I shall be treading down the earth upon you in that hole, and your goods will belong to me." I did not answer, for what was the use of talking to this vile brute when my time was so short.

So he passed on to Stephen and began to chalk him.