Well, putting aside everything else, it isn't the game, and there you are, you know.

If Mr.Brother John goes, I'll go too, and indeed if he doesn't go, I'll go alone." "You unutterable young ass," I muttered in a stage aside.
"What is it the young white lord says he wishes in our country ?" asked the cold Komba, who with diabolical acuteness had read some of Stephen's meaning in his face.
"He says that he is a harmless traveller who would like to study the scenery and to find out if you have any gold there," I answered.
"Indeed.

Well, he shall study the scenery and we have gold," and he touched the bracelets on his arm, "of which he shall be given as much as he can carry away.

But perchance, white lords, you would wish to talk this matter over alone.

Have we your leave to withdraw a while, O King ?" Five minutes later we were seated in the king's "great house" with Bausi himself and Babemba.