It will please Baas Tom to know that I saved his gun.
When he hears it he will forget his sickness and say 'Well done Otter! Ha! Otter, your head is hard.'" "Make your heart hard also," said Leonard with a sad smile; "Baas Tom is dead.

He died at daybreak in my arms.

The fever killed him as it killed the other _Inkoosis_ (chiefs)." Otter heard, and, letting his bruised head fall upon his mighty chest, remained for a while in silence.

At length he lifted it, and Leonard saw two tears wandering down the battered countenance.

"_Wow_," he said, "is it so?
Oh! my father, are you dead, you who were brave like a lion and gentle as a girl?
Yes, you are dead, my ears have heard it, and were it not for your brother, the Baas Leonard, I think that I would kill myself and follow you.