Now you will guess the rest, so I had better go to wash the dishes." "Whether I guess or do not guess," I replied sagely, the latter being the right hypothesis, "the dishes can wait, Hans, since the Lord there has not guessed; so continue." "Very well, Baas.

In one of those boxes are some pounds of stuff which, when mixed with water, is used for preserving skins and skulls." "You mean the arsenic crystals," I said with a flash of inspiration.
"I don't know what you call them, Baas.

At first I thought they were hard sugar and stole some once, when the real sugar was left behind, to put into the coffee--without telling the Baas, because it was my fault that the sugar was left behind." "Great Heavens!" I ejaculated, "then why aren't we all dead ?" "Because at the last moment, Baas, I thought I would make sure, so I put some of the hard sugar into hot milk and, when it had melted, I gave it to that yellow dog which once bit me in the leg, the one that came from Beza-Town, Baas, that I told you had run away.

He was a very greedy dog, Baas, and drank up the milk at once.

Then he gave a howl, twisted about, foamed at the mouth and died and I buried him at once.