For kill a buffalo I will; that is unless the buffalo kills me, in which case my blood will be on your hands." I don't know why, but at that moment there came into my mind a conviction that if he did go alone a buffalo or something would kill him and that then I should be sorry all my life.
"They are dangerous brutes, much worse than lions," I said.
"And yet you, who pretend to have a conscience, would expose me to their rage unprotected and alone," he replied with a twinkle in his eye which I could see even by moonlight.

"Oh! Quatermain, how I have been mistaken in your character." "Look here, Mr.Anscombe," I said, "it's no use.

I cannot possibly go on a shooting expedition with you just now.

Only to-day I have heard from Natal that my boy is not well and must undergo an operation which will lay him up for quite six weeks, and may be dangerous.

So I must get down to Durban before it takes place.