Yes, I turned coward and saying that I must fetch something out of the waggon, bolted into it, bidding Hans go forward and repeat his tale.

He obeyed unwillingly enough and looking out between the curtains of the waggon tent I saw all that happened, though I could not hear the words that passed.
Robertson had halted the oxen and jumping from the waggon-box strode forward and met Hans, who began to speak with him, twitching his hat in his hands.

Gradually as the tale progressed, I saw the Captain's face freeze into a mask of horror.

Then he began to argue and deny, then to weep--oh! it was a terrible sight to see that great man weeping over those whom he had lost, and in such a fashion.
After this a kind of blind rage seized him and I thought he was going to kill Hans, who was of the same opinion, for he ran away.

Next he staggered about, shaking his fists, cursing and shouting, till presently he fell of a heap and lay face downwards, beating his head against the ground and groaning.
Now I went to him and sat up.
"That's a pretty story, Quatermain, which this little yellow monkey has been gibbering at me.