"I hope not; after we have gone through so much it would be a pity.

Better to have died at the beginning of the battle." I nodded my head in assent, and just at that moment a Zulu, who had very evidently been fighting, entered the place carrying a dish of toasted lumps of beef and a gourd of water.
"Cetewayo sends you these, Macumazahn," he said, "and is sorry that there is no milk or beer.

When you have eaten a guard waits without to escort you to him." And he went.
"Well," I said to Scowl, "if they were going to kill us, they would scarcely take the trouble to feed us first.

So let us keep up our hearts and eat." "Who knows ?" answered poor Scowl, as he crammed a lump of beef into his big mouth.

"Still, it is better to die on a full than on an empty stomach." So we ate and drank, and, as we were suffering more from exhaustion than from our hurts, which were not really serious, our strength came back to us.