For there in the hole he will be waiting for you, Hans." "I know, I know, Baas.

I have been thinking of that and it troubles me.
Your reverend father, the Predikant, will be very cross indeed with me when I join him in the Place of Fires where he sits awaiting me.

So I wish to make my peace with him by dying well, and in your service, Baas.
I hear that the Baas is going on an expedition.

I have come to accompany the Baas." "To accompany me! Why, you are old, you are not worth five shillings a month and your _scoff_ (food).

You are a shrunken old brandy cask that will not even hold water." Hans grinned right across his ugly face.
"Oh! Baas, I am old, but I am clever.