Also two big tears trickled down his snub nose, but these may have been produced by the brandy.
Well, we were the victors and elated as may be imagined, for we knew that the few slavers who had escaped would not attack us again.

Our first thought was for food, for it was now past midday and we were starving.

But dinner presupposed a cook, which reminded us of Sammy.
Stephen, who was in such a state of jubilation that he danced rather than walked, the helmet with a bullet-hole through it stuck ludicrously upon the back of his head, started to look for him, and presently called to me in an alarmed voice.

I went to the back of the camp and, staring into a hole like a small grave, that had been hollowed behind a solitary thorn tree, at the bottom of which lay a huddled heap, I found him.

It was Sammy to all appearance.