This, too, was the wish of the Zulu hunters, of Hans, and I need not add of Sammy.

But when I mentioned the matter to Stephen, he implored me to abandon the idea.
"Look here, Quatermain," he said, "I have come to this God-forsaken country to get that great Cypripedium, and get it I will or die in the attempt.

Still," he added after surveying our rather blank faces, "I have no right to play with your lives, so if you think the thing too dangerous I will go on alone with this old boy, Babemba.

Putting everything else aside, I think that one of us ought to visit Bausi's kraal in case the gentleman who you call Brother John should turn up there.

In short, I have made up my mind, so it is no use talking." I lit my pipe, and for quite a time contemplated this obstinate young man while considering the matter from every point of view.