"I think he is as full of guile as a new-filled gourd with water.

The big black one," and he looked at Mavovo, "I do not fear, for his magic is less than my magic," (he seemed to recognise a brother doctor in Mavovo) "but the little yellow one with the big stick and the pack upon his back, I fear him.

I think he should be killed." He paused and we trembled, for if he chose to kill the poor Hottentot, how could we prevent him?
But Hans, who saw the great danger, called his cunning to his aid.
"O Motombo," he squeaked, "you must not kill me for I am the servant of an ambassador.

You know well that all the gods of every land hate and will be revenged upon those who touch ambassadors or their servants, whom they, the gods, alone may harm.

If you kill me I shall haunt you.
Yes, I shall sit on your shoulder at night and jibber into your ear so that you cannot sleep, until you die.