This scoundrel has had a pretty good dusting, and if once the _Crocodile_ people land, there'll be an end of our expedition.

As sure as eggs are eggs they will carry us off to Zanzibar or somewhere to give evidence before a slave court.

Also nothing will be gained, for by the time the sailors get here, all these rascals will have bolted, except our friend, Hassan.

You see it isn't as though we were sure he would be hung.

He'd probably escape after all.
International law, subject of a foreign Power, no direct proof--that kind of thing, you know." "Give me a minute or two," I said, and began to reflect very deeply.
Whilst I was thus engaged several things happened.