A lantern was set between them, and Henriques was drinking out of a metal flask.
He took something--I could not see what--out of his pocket, and held it before his companion.
'Spoils of war,' he said.

'I let Sikitola's men draw first blood.

They needed it to screw up their courage.

Now they are as wild as Umbooni's.
Laputa asked a question.
'It was the Dutchmen, who were out on the Koodoo Flats with their cattle.

Man, it's no good being squeamish.