That is all, Baas."
Then while I washed, and never did I need a bath more, and put on my
underclothes, in which I had swum on the night of the killing of the
Motombo, that Hans had wrung out and dried in the sun, I asked that
worthy how he was after his adventures.
"Oh! well enough, Baas," he answered, "now that my stomach is full,
except that my hands and wrists are sore with crawling along the
ground like a babyan (baboon), and that I cannot get the stink of that
god's skin out of my nose. Oh! you don't know what it was: if I had
been a white man it would have killed me. But, Baas, perhaps you did
well to take drunken old Hans with you on this journey after all, for
I was clever about the little gun, wasn't I? Also about your swimming
of the Crocodile Water, though it is true that the sign of the spider
and the moth which your reverend father sent, taught me that. And now
we have got back safe, except for the Mazitu, Jerry, who doesn't
matter, for there are plenty more like him, and the wound in Baas
Stephen's shoulder, and that heavy flower which he thought better than
brandy.
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