Do you accept ?' 'Yes,' I said, scrambling to my feet, and ruefully testing my shaky legs.

'But if you want me to get to Machudi's you must go slowly, for I am nearly foundered.' Then he brought out a Bible, and made me swear on it that I would do as I promised.
'Swear to me in turn,' I said, 'that you will give me my life if I restore the jewels.' He swore, kissing the book like a witness in a police-court.

I had forgotten that the man called himself a Christian.
'One thing more I ask,' I said.

'I want my dog decently buried.' 'That has been already done,' was the reply.

'He was a brave animal, and my people honour bravery.'.