"You played well." "Good! baas," he answered, "and I with two cuts in my nose in which I can lay my finger, and bites all over me.

Look how my trousers are torn.
Look at my head--where is the hair?
Look at my nose.

Good! Played well! It is those verdomde aasvogels that played.

Oh! baas, if you had seen and smelt them, you would not say that it was good.

See, one more second and I, who have two nostrils, should have had four." "Never mind, Hans," I said, "it is only a scratch, and I will make you a present of some new trousers.