In this state I fired at a Kaffir to frighten him, and by some devil's chance shot him dead.

That's what he calls being a murderer." "I have another tale," said Rodd, "with which I will not trouble this company just now.

Look here, Heda, either you fulfil your promise and marry me, or your father swings." She gasped and sank together on the seat as though she had been shot.

Then I took up my parable.
"Are you the man," I asked, "to accuse others of crime?
Let us see.

You have spent several months in an English prison (I gave the name) for a crime I won't mention." "How do you know--" he began.
"Never mind, I do know and the prison books will show it.
Further, your business is that of selling guns and ammunition to the Basutos of Sekukuni's tribe, who, although the expedition against them has been temporarily recalled, are still the Queen's enemies.