Most of them swam away to the far side of the pool, and hid themselves where it was deep.
Then, panting with having run, there came a native who looked like a Zulu, for he had enormous thighs and the straight up and down carriage, as well as facial characteristics.
"You are late!" shouted Schillingschen in German "Warum?
What d'ye mean by it ?" The man opened his mouth wide and made grimaces.

He had no tongue.
Schillingschen laughed.
"This is a servant who does no tattling in the market-place!" he said, turning again toward me.

"He and I can tie you to that post easily.
What do you say ?" There was nothing whatever to say, or to do except wonder how to circumvent him, and nothing in sight that could possibly turn into a friend--except a little tuft of faded brown that out of the corner of my eye I detected zigzagging toward me in the direction from which we had come.

A moment later I knew it really was a friend.

"Crinkle," a mongrel dog that Fred had adopted the day after our arrival, breasted the low rise, saw me, gave a yelp of delight and came scampering.
The dog sniffed my knee to make sure of me, and then trotted over to sniff Schillingschen.