He withdrew about two yards and stood there grinning maliciously.
"You'll be glad to make terms with me by this time to-morrow!" he boasted.

"By James, you'll be glad to have me for a friend! Listen, you fools! Make terms with me now; let us all go together and unearth that Tippoo Tib ivory, and I can arrange with these Germans to let us go away! Otherwise, you shall see how long you stop here! By the Twelve Apostles! You shall rot in a German jail until your joints creak!" His Greek friend and the Goanese, supposing him in trouble perhaps, came and stood in line with him.

Very comfortless they looked, and of the three only Coutlass had courage of a kind.
"They stole the cattle on the British side of the border," Will said sotto voice.

"No earthly use threatening them with German law." "Keep away from our camp," Fred Ordered them, "or take the consequences! Mr.Brown here is in no mood for pleasantries!" "That drunkard Brown ?" roared Coutlass.

"He is in no mood for--oh, haw-hah-hee-ho-ha-ha-ha-ha! Drunkard Brown of Lumbwa wants to avenge himself, and his friends won't let him! Oh, isn't that a joke! Oh, ha-ha-ha-hee-hee-ha-ho-ho!" His two companions made a trio of it, yelling with stage laughter like disgusting animals.