"What the hell d'you mean by startling me in that way! Why aren't you dead?
Look out! What's the matter with the man?
The poor chap's hurt--I knew he was!" But that inexplicable desire to empty all I had inside me out on to the trampled ground could no longer be resisted, that was all.

The aftermath of deadly fear is fear's corollary.

Each bears fruit after its kind.
To my one tusker Will and Fred had brought down five and six respectively.

That made twenty-three tusks, for one was an enormous "singleton." We sent Kazimoto back alone to try to persuade some of our porters to come and chop out the ivory with axes, bidding him promise them all the hearts, and as many tail-hairs as they chose to pull out to keep witches away with.

Then, since my sickness passed presently and left me steady on my legs, Fred made a proposal that we jumped at.
"Let's go and lay Schillingschen's ghost! If that was Schillingschen shooting in the forest, we've a little account with him! If it wasn't I want to know it! Come along!" We advanced into the forest and toiled up-hill along the tracks the stampeding elephants had made, amid flies indescribable, and almost intolerable heat.