And as is usual in such efforts, the same thought and expressions were used again and again, and yet again, with dull, angry insistence.

The orator of Guayana to be impressive must be long, however little he may have to say.
Strange as it may seem, I listened critically to him, not without a feeling of scorn at his lower intelligence.

But I was easier in my mind now.

From the very fact of his addressing such a speech to me I was convinced that he wished not to take my life, and would not do so if I could clear myself of the suspicion of treachery.
I was a white man, he said, they were Indians; nevertheless they had treated me well.

They had fed me and sheltered me.