I felt inclined to return it, but did not.
"It is the kiss of peace, O Allan," she said.

"May you go and return in peace." "Thank you," I said, "but get on with dressing Hans in his new clothes." Stephen muttered something about feeling ashamed of himself.

Brother John put up a vigorous and well-directed prayer.

Mavovo saluted with the copper assegai and began to give me _sibonga_ or Zulu titles of praise beneath his breath, and Mrs.Eversley said: "Oh! I thank God that I have lived to see a brave English gentleman again," which I thought a great compliment to my nation and myself, though when I afterwards discovered that she herself was English by birth, it took off some of the polish.
Next, just after a vivid flash of lightning, for the storm had broken in earnest now, I ran swiftly to the water's edge, accompanied by Hans, who was determined to see the last of me.
"Get back, Hans, before the lightning shows you," I said, as I slid gently from a mangrove-root into that filthy stream, "and tell them to keep my coat and trousers dry if they can." "Good-bye, Baas," he murmured, and I heard that he was sobbing.

"Keep a good heart, O Baas of Baases.