Brown we could make out dimly in the dark: he was chattering nervously, and admitted that but for Kazimoto he would not be there.

The faithful fellow had broken down the corrugated iron partition and had dragged him out by main force.

He was rather resentful than grateful.
"Hauled here by a nigger--think of it!" We ordered Brown on board and below, pretty peremptorily.

Lady Saffren Waldon stepped out of the darkness next, holding a rifle and two bandoliers so full of cartridges that she could hardly raise her arms.
We took the load from her, and helped her overside.

Fred took the rifle and succumbed to the hunter's habit of opening the breach first thing.