Her attitude was so defiant, and had about it such an air of premeditation, that I cannot help thinking she had got wind of our return, perhaps from having seen the smoke of our last fires, and was watching for us.

Also, her greeting was warm.
"Ah! here you come, Hernan Pereira," she cried, "riding on an ox, while better men walk.

Well, now, I want a chat with you.

How came it that you went off in the night, taking the only horse and all the powder ?" "I went to get help for you," he replied sulkily.
"Did you, did you, indeed! Well, it seems that it was you who wanted the help, after all.

What do you mean to pay the Heer Allan Quatermain for saving your life, for I am sure he has done so?
You have got no goods left, although you were always boasting about your riches; they are now at the bottom of a river, so it will have to be in love and service." He muttered something about my wanting no payment for a Christian act.
"No, he wants no payment, Hernan Pereira, he is one of the true sort, but you'll pay him all the same and in bad coin if you get the chance.
Oh! I have come out to tell you what I think of you.