The face of Umbopa was like the faces of the men before me, and so was his great form like their forms.

But I had not time to reflect on this coincidence.
"We are strangers, and come in peace," I answered, speaking very slowly, so that he might understand me, "and this man is our servant." "You lie," he answered; "no strangers can cross the mountains where all things perish.

But what do your lies matter ?--if ye are strangers then ye must die, for no strangers may live in the land of the Kukuanas.

It is the king's law.

Prepare then to die, O strangers!" I was slightly staggered at this, more especially as I saw the hands of some of the men steal down to their sides, where hung on each what looked to me like a large and heavy knife.
"What does that beggar say ?" asked Good.
"He says we are going to be killed," I answered grimly.
"Oh, Lord!" groaned Good; and, as was his way when perplexed, he put his hand to his false teeth, dragging the top set down and allowing them to fly back to his jaw with a snap.