They were magnificent men, all of them; tall, spare and shapely with very clear-cut features and rather frizzled hair.
From these characteristics, as well as the lightness of their colour, I concluded that they were of a Semitic or Arab type, and that the admixture of their blood with that of the Bantus was but slight, if indeed there were any at all.

Their spears, of which one had been cut through by a blow of a Zulu's axe, were long and broad, not unlike to those used by the Masai, but of finer workmanship.
By this time the sun was setting and thoroughly tired by all that I had gone through, I went into the house to get something to eat, having told Hans to find food and prepare a meal.

As I sat down Robertson joined me and I made him also eat.

His first impulse was to go to the cupboard and fetch the spirit bottle; indeed, he rose to do so.
"Hans is making coffee," I said warningly.
"Thank you," he answered, "I forgot.

Force of habit, you know." Here I may state that never from that moment did I see him touch another drop of liquor, not even when I drank my modest tot in front of him.
His triumph over temptation was splendid and complete, especially as the absence of his accustomed potations made him ill for some time and of course depressed his spirits, with painful results that were apparent in due course.
In fact, the man became totally changed.