They spoke low, and in some tongue which may have been Kaffir or Portuguese, but was in any case unknown to me.

I lay, cramped and eager, for many minutes, and was just getting sick of it when a familiar name caught my ear.

Henriques said something in which I caught the word 'Blaauwildebeestefontein.' I listened intently, and there could be no mistake.

The minister repeated the name, and for the next few minutes it recurred often in their talk.

I went back stealthily to bed, having something to make me forget my aching tooth.
First of all, Laputa and Henriques were allies.