"The latter rain from heaven will make you clean." (By now it was pouring.) "Yes, Stephen, you can swim," I said, "but you will forgive me for saying that you are not particularly deadly with a rifle, and clean shooting may be the essence of this business.

Now listen to me, all of you.

I am going.

I hope that I shall succeed, but if I fail it does not so very much matter, for you will be no worse off than you were before.
There are three pairs of you.

John and his wife; Stephen and Miss Hope; Mavovo and Hans.