Lastly, six or eight goats which were wandering about were captured to take with us for food till we could find game.
For these I offered to pay Hassan, but when I handed him the money he threw it down in a rage, so I picked it up and put it in my pocket again with a clear conscience.
At length everything was more or less ready, and the question arose as to what was to be done with Hassan.

The Zulus, like Hans, wished to kill him, as Sammy explained to him in his best Arabic.

Then this murderous fellow showed what a coward he was at heart.

He flung himself upon his knees, he wept, he invoked us in the name of the Compassionate Allah who, he explained, was after all the same God that we worshipped, till Mavovo, growing impatient of the noise, threatened him with his kerry, whereon he became silent.

The easy-natured Stephen was for letting him go, a plan that seemed to have advantages, for then at least we should be rid of his abominable company.