I am almost sure that he will come with you, so do not stop to ask questions about him." "Is there anyone else ?" I inquired.
Zikali glanced at the bones again, poking them about in the ashes with his toe, then replied with a yawn, "You seem to have a little yellow man in your service, a clever snake who knows how to creep through grass, and when to strike and when to lie hidden.

I should take him too, if I were you." "You know well that I have such a man, Zikali, a Hottentot named Hans, clever in his way but drunken, very faithful too, since he loved my father before me.

He is cooking my supper in the waggon now.

Are there to be any others ?" "No, I think you three will be enough, with a guard of soldiers from the People of the Axe, for you will meet with fighting and a ghost or two.
Umslopogaas has always one at his elbow named Nada, and perhaps you have several.

For instance, there was a certain Mameena whom I always seem to feel about me when you are near, Macumazahn.
"Why, the wind is rising again, which is odd on so still an evening.
Listen to how it wails, yes, and stirs your hair, though mine hangs straight enough.