Goodbye.

-- Flossie.' Scrawled across the outside of this was 'Love to Mr Quatermain.
They are going to take the basket, so he will get the lily.' When I read those words, written by that brave little girl in an hour of danger sufficiently near and horrible to have turned the brain of a strong man, I own I wept, and once more in my heart I vowed that she should not die while my life could be given to save her.
Then eagerly, quickly, almost fiercely, we fell to discussing the situation.

Again I said that I would go, and again Mackenzie negatived it, and Curtis and Good, like the true men that they are, vowed that, if I did, they would go with me, and die back to back with me.
'It is,' I said at last, 'absolutely necessary that an effort of some sort should be made before the morning.' 'Then let us attack them with what force we can muster, and take our chance,' said Sir Henry.
'Ay, ay,' growled Umslopogaas, in Zulu; 'spoken like a man, Incubu.
What is there to be afraid of?
Two hundred and fifty Masai, forsooth! How many are we?
The chief there [Mr Mackenzie] has twenty men, and thou, Macumazahn, hast five men, and there are also five white men -- that is, thirty men in all -- enough, enough.

Listen now, Macumazahn, thou who art very clever and old in war.

What says the maid?
These men eat and make merry; let it be their funeral feast.