But I do know that if _I_ were in that cave and Pereira were in this camp, neither would he come himself, nor so much as send a savage to save _me_." "It may be so, Allan.

But even if another's heart is black, should yours be black also?
Oh! I will come, though it be to my death," and, rising from the stool with the most dreadful groan, he began to divest himself of the tattered blanket in which he was wrapped up.
"Oh! Allan, my father must not go; it will kill him," exclaimed Marie, who took a more serious view of his case than I did.
"Very well, if you think so," I answered.

"And now, as it is time for me to be starting, good-bye." "You have a good heart, Allan," said Marais, sinking back upon his stool and resuming his blanket, while Marie looked despairingly first at one and then at the other of us.
Half an hour later I was on the road in the very worst of tempers.
"Mind what you are about," called Vrouw Prinsloo after me.

"It is not lucky to save an enemy, and if I know anything of that stinkcat, he will bite your finger badly by way of gratitude.

Bah! lad, if I were you I should just camp for a few days in the bush, and then come back and say that I could find nothing of Pereira except the dead hyenas that had been poisoned by eating him.