The fools--the "easy people"-- the "folk who gave without a price"-- the "truth tellers"-- the "men who wish to forget"-- the unwise, cocksure, cleaner-living, unbelievably credulous, foolishly honest British officials would be all gone.

The pikelhaube and the lash, blackmail and coercion would take the place of generosity.

Africa would better be back under the Arabs again, for the Arabs had no system to speak of and were inefficient.
Some Arabs have a heart--some a very soft heart.
The crowd grew bright-eyed, little children straining forward between their elders in the bull-fight frenzy--that same intoxication of the senses that held the Roman freemen spellbound at the sight of suffering.
One at a time, that the last might see the torture of the first, the victims were noosed by the heel (one heel)--thrown with a jerk--hauled heel-first to the overhanging branch--and flogged into unconsciousness with slow blows, the lieutenant standing by to reprove the askaris if they struck too fast, for that would have been merciful.

Not until the victims ceased to struggle were they lowered and thrown on the ground, to lie bleeding, awaiting their turn to be hanged.
The last two--supposed to have been the culprits who actually held the spear that pierced the marauding askari's heart--were hauled up heel-to-heel together, and hanged presently in the same noose, the commandant laughing at their struggles and Professor Schillingschen studying their agony with strictly scientific interest.
When the last had ceased struggling Schillingschen permitted himself one more pleasure.

He strolled over to us and blocked Fred's way, standing with hands behind him and out-thrust chin.
"You flatter yourself, don't you!" he sneered.