"But please understand that if all of you, my companions, are to be slaughtered, and Marie is to be put among this black brute's women, as he threatens, I have no wish to live on." "My God! does he threaten that ?" said Marais.

"Surely you must have misunderstood him, Allan." "Do you think that I should lie to you on such a matter--" I began.
But, before I could proceed, the Vrouw Prinsloo thrust herself between us, crying: "Be silent, you, Marais, and you too, Allan.

Is this a time that you should quarrel and upset yourself, Allan, so that when the trial comes you will shoot your worst and not your best?
And is this a time, Henri Marais, that you should throw insults at one on whom all our lives hang, instead of praying for God's vengeance upon your accursed nephew?
Come, Allan, and take food.

I have fried the liver of that heifer which the king sent us; it is ready and very good.

After you have eaten it you must lie down and sleep a while." Now among the household of the Reverend Mr.Owen was an English boy called William Wood, who was not more than twelve or fourteen years of age.