His jaw dropped, the colour left his cheeks, leaving them of the yellow which is common to persons of Portuguese descent; his outstretched hand fell to his side.
"Allan Quatermain!" he ejaculated.

"Why, I thought that you were dead." "As I should have been, Mynheer Pereira, twice over if you could have had your way," I replied.
"What do you mean, Allan ?" broke in Retief.
"I will tell you what he means," exclaimed the Vrouw Prinsloo, shaking her fat fist at Pereira.

"That yellow dog means that twice he has tried to murder Allan--Allan, who saved his life and ours.

Once he shot at him in a kloof and grazed his cheek; look, there is the scar of it.

And once he plotted with the Zulus to slaughter him, telling Dingaan that he was an evildoer and a wizard, who would bring a curse upon his land." Now Retief looked at Pereira.
"What do you say to this ?" he asked.
"What do I say ?" repeated Pereira, recovering himself.