"Do you love me?
What would you do to me if you could get me to British East in your power?
You would hand me over as a cattle thief!" "You bet I will!" admitted Brown of Lumbwa.

"You dog, you've ruined me!" "What did I tell you ?" demanded Coutlass.

"Why, then, should I not look out for myself ?" "I think we'd better leave you on this island," Fred told him quietly.
"We can't trust you out of sight.

The only way to prevent you from stealing this rifle and murdering us all would be to lie awake in turns." "Bah!" grinned the Greek, striding back toward the fire.

"How many cartridges have you left?
Five, eh?
After I had murdered all of you, how many would remain ?" "You'll have to think of a better argument than that," smiled Fred, and for the first time I suspected he was speaking in deadly earnest.
Coutlass suspected it, too, and grew still.