Mavovo looked very thoughtful.

I wondered whether he had been consulting his Snake again, but did not ask him.

Since the episode of our escape from execution by bow and arrow I had grown somewhat afraid of that unholy reptile.

Next time it might foretell our immediate doom, and if it did I knew that I should believe.
As for Hans, he looked much disturbed, and was engaged in wildly hunting for something in the flap pockets of an antique corduroy waistcoat which, from its general appearance, must, I imagine, years ago have adorned the person of a British game-keeper.
"Three," I heard him mutter.

"By my great grandfather's spirit! only three left." "Three what ?" I asked in Dutch.
"Three charms, Baas, and there ought to have been quite twenty-four.