I did not care what were the weapons--knives or guns, or naked fists--I would certainly kill him, and afterwards the Kaffirs could do as they pleased with me.
Hot tears of rage and weakness wet the bandage on my eyes, and the sobs which came from me were not only those of weariness.
At last we halted.

Laputa got down and took off the bandage, and I found myself in one of the hill-meadows which lie among the foothills of the Wolkberg.

The glare blinded me, and for a little I could only see the marigolds growing at my feet.

Then I had a glimpse of the deep gorge of the Great Letaba below me, and far to the east the flats running out to the hazy blue line of the Lebombo hills.

Laputa let me sit on the ground for a minute or two to get my breath and rest my feet.