"Oh!" went on Harut, "my brother tells me you meet one snake already, down in country called Natal, but sit on him so hard, that he grow quite flat and no bite." "Who told him that ?" gasped Savage.
"Oh! forget.

Think Macumazana.

No?
Then p'raps you tell him in sleep, for people talk much in sleep, you know, and some other people got good ears and hear long way.

Or p'raps little joke Harut.

You 'member, he first-rate conjurer.