Well, Baas, it came into my mind that if I could make that great snake swallow enough of this poison, he, too, might die.
"So I stole your keys, as I often do, Baas, when I want anything, because you leave them lying about everywhere, and to deceive you first opened one of the boxes that are full of square-face and brandy and left it open, for I wished you to think that I had just gone to get drunk like anybody else.

Then I opened another box and got out two one-pound tins of the sugar which kills dogs and fowls.

Half a pound of it I melted in boiling water with some real sugar to make the stuff sweet, and put it into a bottle.

The rest I tied with string in twelve little packets in the soft paper which is in one of the boxes, and put them in my pocket.

Then I went up the hill, Baas, to the place where I saw those goats are kraaled at night behind a reed fence.