I had not forgotten the look on his face while he had stared at the rubies in the cave.

I had a notion that the Portugoose might be an unsuspected ally of mine, though for blackguard reasons.
About ten o'clock, as far as I could judge by the sun, we passed Umvelos', and took the right bank of the Labongo.

There was nothing in the store to loot, but it was overrun by Kaffirs, who carried off the benches for firewood.

It gave me an odd feeling to see the remains of the meal at which I had entertained Laputa in the hands of a dozen warriors.

I thought of the long sunny days when I had sat by my nachtmaal while the Dutch farmers rode in to trade.