The English sons of Satan will land here.

All is finished; nothing is left but flight.

Bid the people fly into the bush and take the slaves--I mean their servants.

I will join them." "No, you won't," I interrupted, through Sammy; "at any rate, not at present.

You will come with us." The miserable Hassan reflected, then he asked: "Lord Quatermain" (I remember the title, because it is the nearest I ever got, or am likely to get, to the peerage), "if I furnish you with the twenty bearers and accompany you for some days on your journey inland, will you promise not to signal to your countrymen on the ship and bring them ashore ?" "What do you think ?" I asked of Stephen.
"Oh!" he answered, "I think I'd agree.