That is all, Baas." "Hans," I said, "you have been drinking and because of it the lady Sad-Eyes is taken a prisoner by cannibals; for had you been awake and watching, you might have seen them coming and saved her and the rest.
Still, afterwards you did well, and for the rest you must answer to Heaven." "I must tell your reverend father, the Predikant, Baas, that the white master, Red-Beard, gave me the liquor and it is rude not to do as a great white master does, and drink it up.

I am sure he will understand, Baas," said Hans abjectly.
I thought to myself that it was true and that the spear which Robertson cast had fallen upon his own head, as the Zulus say, but I made no answer, lacking time for argument.
"Did you say," asked Umslopogaas, speaking for the first time, "that my servants killed only six of these men-eaters ?" Hans nodded and answered, "Yes, six.

I counted the bodies." "It was ill done, they should have killed six each," said Umslopogaas moodily.

"Well, they have left the more for us to finish," and he fingered the great axe.
Just then Captain Robertson arrived in his waggon, calling out anxiously to know what was the matter, for some premonition of evil seemed to have struck him.

My heart sank at the sight of him, for how was I to tell such a story to the father of the murdered children and of the abducted girl?
In the end I felt that I could not.