"Come, get up, there's a good girl," and he stooped and caught her hand.
Twala turned and motioned to his son, who advanced with his spear lifted.
"Now's your time," whispered Sir Henry to me; "what are you waiting for ?" "I am waiting for that eclipse," I answered; "I have had my eye on the moon for the last half-hour, and I never saw it look healthier." "Well, you must risk it now, or the girl will be killed.

Twala is losing patience." Recognising the force of the argument, and having cast one more despairing look at the bright face of the moon, for never did the most ardent astronomer with a theory to prove await a celestial event with such anxiety, I stepped with all the dignity that I could command between the prostrate girl and the advancing spear of Scragga.
"King," I said, "it shall not be; we will not endure this thing; let the girl go in safety." Twala rose from his seat in wrath and astonishment, and from the chiefs and serried ranks of maidens who had closed in slowly upon us in anticipation of the tragedy came a murmur of amazement.
"_Shall not be!_ thou white dog, that yappest at the lion in his cave; _shall not be!_ art thou mad?
Be careful, lest this chicken's fate overtake thee, and those with thee.

How canst thou save her or thyself?
Who art thou that thou settest thyself between me and my will?
Back, I say.

Scragga, kill her! Ho, guards! seize these men." At his cry armed men ran swiftly from behind the hut, where they had evidently been placed beforehand.
Sir Henry, Good, and Umbopa ranged themselves alongside of me, and lifted their rifles.
"Stop!" I shouted boldly, though at the moment my heart was in my boots.

"Stop! we, the white men from the Stars, say that it shall not be.