After all, this is nothing to the vultures of the Hill of Slaughter.

_Intombi_ pulled us through then, and so she will again, for she knows who can hold her straight!" That was the last I heard of Hans, for if he said any more, the hiss of the torrential rain smothered his words.
Oh! I had tried to "keep a good heart" before the others, but it is beyond my powers to describe the deadly fright I felt, perhaps the worst of all my life, which is saying a great deal.

Here I was starting on one of the maddest ventures that was ever undertaken by man.

I needn't put its points again, but that which appealed to me most at the moment was the crocodiles.

I have always hated crocodiles since--well, never mind--and the place was as full of them as the ponds at Ascension are of turtles.
Still I swam on.