There they lay as though dead; only Umslopogaas and I kept our senses.
We were within fifty yards of it now, and I saw the Zulu's head fall forward on his hands.

He had gone too, and I was alone.
I could not breathe; the fierce heat dried me up.

For yards and yards round the great rose of fire the rock-roof was red-hot.
The wood of the boat was almost burning.

I saw the feathers on one of the dead swans begin to twist and shrivel up; but I would not give in.

I knew that if I did we should pass within three or four yards of the gas jet and perish miserably.