"Although I do not like running, life is more than stores, and he who lives may one day pay his debts." "But the wounded, Mavovo; we cannot carry them." "I will see to them, Macumazana; it is the fortune of war.

Or if they prefer it, we can leave them--to be nursed by the Arabs," which of course was just Napoleon and his poison over again.
I confess that I was about to assent, not wishing that I and Stephen, especially Stephen, should be potted in an obscure engagement with some miserable slave-traders, when something happened.
It will be remembered that shortly after dawn Hans, using a shirt for a flag, had led the fugitive slaves past the camp up to the hill behind.
There he and they had vanished, and from that moment to this we had seen nothing of him or them.

Now of a sudden he reappeared still waving the shirt.

After him rushed a great mob of naked men, two hundred of them perhaps, brandishing slave-sticks, stones and the boughs of trees.

When they had almost reached the _boma_ whence we watched them amazed, they split into two bodies, half of them passing to our left, apparently under the command of the Mazitu who had accompanied Hans to the slave-camp, and the other half to the right following the old Hottentot himself.