Look on your work!" and he pointed first to the lines of Zulu and Mazitu dead, and then to his burning town.

"Look and remember the fate you promised to us who have never harmed you.

Look! Look! Look! O Hyena of a man!" At this point I too went away, nor did I ever ask what became of Hassan and his fellow-captives.

Moreover, whenever any of the natives or Hans tried to inform me, I bade them hold their tongues.
EPILOGUE I have little more to add to this record, which I fear has grown into quite a long book.

Or, at any rate, although the setting of it down has amused me during the afternoons and evenings of this endless English winter, now that the spring is come again I seem to have grown weary of writing.