He looked at me a little while, breathing heavily, then spoke.
"It was a very good fight, my father," he said.

"Of all that I have fought I can remember none better, although I have been in far greater battles, which is well as it is my last.

I foreknew it, my father, for though I never told it you, the first death lot that I drew down yonder in Durban was my own.

Take back the gun you gave me, my father.

You did but lend it me for a little while, as I said to you.