Good riddance of bad rubbish, as Book say." "I am not so sure, Jeekie.

Give him air and let me think.

Tell him that if he makes any noise, he dies." Jeekie obeyed, and the Mungana's darkening eyes grew bright again as he drew his breath in great sobs.
"Now, friend," said Alan in Asiki, "why did you wish to stab me ?" "Because I hate you," answered the man, "who to-morrow will take my place and the wife I love." "As a year or two ago you took someone else's place, eh?
Well, suppose now that I don't want either your place or your wife." "What would that matter even it if were true, white man, since she wants you ?" "I am thinking, friend, that there is someone else she will want when she hears of this.

How do you suppose that you will die to-morrow?
Not so easily as you hope, perhaps." The Mungana's eyes seemed to sink into his head, and his face to sicken with terror.

That shaft had gone home.
"Suppose I make a bargain with you," went on Alan slowly.