Hold the bottle up to the light--no, no, you'll spill it!--pass it here! Ah-h-h--gug-gug!" He finished what was left and tried to hurl the empty bottle through the window, but missed and smashed it against the woodwork.
"'Sapity!" he murmured.

"Means bad luck, that does! Poor ole Brown o' Lumbwa--poor ole fella'.

Pick up the pieces, boys! Pick 'em up quick--might get some o' poor ole Brown's bad luck--cut yourselves or what not.

Pick 'em up careful now!" We did, and it took ten minutes, for the splinters were scattered everywhere.
"Next time you do a thing like that you shall get out an' walk!" announced Fred.
"That 'ud be only my usual luck!" he answered mournfully.

"But I was tellin' how you notify the Masai police to go to hell, an' they oblige.
It's the last obligin' anybody does for you.