Yours should be an active one,' and his hand gripped my shaking wrist and felt my pulse.
'Henriques will see that the truth does not fall short of my forecast,' he went on.

'For I have appointed Henriques your executioner.' The name brought my senses back to me.
'Kill me,' I said, 'but for God's sake kill Henriques too.

If you did justice you would let me go and roast the Portugoose alive.

But for me the Snake would be over the Lebombo by this time in Henriques' pocket.' 'But it is not, my friend.

It was stolen by a storekeeper, who will shortly be wishing he had died in his mother's womb.' My plan was slowly coming back to me.
'If you value Prester John's collar, you will save my life.