It was as much as I could do to sit still while that slaughter was going on.

I tried to keep my eyes shut, but they would open just at the wrong time.

I wonder where Infadoos is.

Umbopa, my friend, you ought to be grateful to us; your skin came near to having an air-hole made in it." "I am grateful, Bougwan," was Umbopa's answer, when I had translated, "and I shall not forget.

As for Infadoos, he will be here by-and-by.