Personal quarrels should go for nothing in face of the common wrong.
"There is going to be a hanging!" Coutlass shouted to us.

"They thought we would remain quietly in camp with that going on! Give us chairs!" he called to Schubert.

"Provide us a place in the front row where we may see!" Schubert grinned.

He returned to the boma yard and presumably conferred with an officer, for presently he came out again and gave the Greeks leave to stand under the tree, provided they would return to camp afterward.

Later yet, Brown came along and joined us on the steps, looking red-eyed and ridiculous.
"Goin' to be a hangin," he announced.