Then very slowly he shook me so that my teeth seemed loosened and my head swam.
He let me go and I dropped limply back in the chair.
'Now, go! _Futsack!_ And remember that I am your master.

I, Ulric von Stumm, who owns you as a Kaffir owns his mongrel.

Germany may have some use for you, my friend, when you fear me as you never feared your God.' As I walked dizzily away the big man was smiling in his horrible way, and that little official was blinking and smiling too.

I had struck a dashed queer country, so queer that I had had no time to remember that for the first time in my life I had been bullied without hitting back.
When I realized it I nearly choked with anger.

But I thanked heaven I had shown no temper, for I remembered my mission.