"You want know, eh ?" "We don't care.

One black fellow does not matter," said Compton, coolly.
"You brute!" muttered Venning, but stopped as Compton's hand gripped him.
The Zanzibari chuckled again.

"What you give, eh, if cut loose that Muata ?" "What do you say ?" "You pay me?
Good.

In night Muata is loose.

He run up river.