Me off! Got bearers waiting." "If you go before we've finished," Trent said, "I'll not pay you a penny.

Please yourself." The little fat man trembled--partly with rage, partly with fear.
"You stay any longer," he said, "and King him send after you and kill on way home.

White English soldiers go Buckomari with you ?" Trent shook his head.
"Going the other way," he said, "down to Wana Hill." Oom Sam shook his head vigorously.
"Now you mind," he said; "I tell you, King send after you.

Him blind mad." Oom Sam scuttled away.

Captain Francis looked thoughtful.