He saw that those dogs of Arabs were cutting down a tree to make a bridge across that deep stream and get round to the high ground at the back of you, whence they would have shot you all in five minutes.

And now, Baas, my stomach feels very queer.

There was no breakfast on the hillside and the sun was very hot.

I think that just one tot of brandy--oh! I know, I promised not to drink, but if _you_ give it me the sin is yours, not mine." Well, I gave him the tot, a stiff one, which he drank quite neat, although it was against my principles, and locked up the bottle afterwards.

Also I shook the old fellow's hand and thanked him, which seemed to please him very much, for he muttered something to the effect that it was nothing, since if I had died he would have died too, and therefore he was thinking of himself, not of me.