You murdered the Dutchmen and God knows how many more, and you would fain have murdered me.

I pray to Heaven that the men whose cause you have betrayed and the men whose cause you would betray may join to stamp the life out of you and send your soul to hell.

I know the game you would have me join in, and I fling your offer in your face.

But I tell you one thing--you are damned yourself.

The white men are out, and you will never get over the Lebombo.