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The other two seemed to understand; at any rate, they did this. Kneeling down on either side, they placed their trunks and tusks underneath him, and, aided by his own efforts, with one great lift got him on to his feet. Quatermain was making himself interesting at the expense of the exact truth, did it not happen that a similar incident has come within his knowledge.
"Look here, Quatermain," he said, "I have come to this God-forsaken country to get that great Cypripedium, and get it I will or die in the attempt. Still," he added after surveying our rather blank faces, "I have no right to play with your lives, so if you think the thing too dangerous I will go on alone with this old boy, Babemba.
"It is I, Allan Quatermain, come to rescue you. Slip out and follow me; do you understand?" "Yes, quite," she whispered back and began to rise. At this moment a blood-curdling yell seemed to fill earth and heaven, a yell at the memory of which even now I feel faint, although I am writing years after its echoes died away.
"Ah, you brute! you have given me a lot of trouble for the last dozen years, and will, I suppose to my dying day." "Tell us the yarn, Quatermain," said Good. "You have often promised to tell me, and you never have." "You had better not ask me to," he answered, "for it is a longish one." "All right," I said, "the evening is young, and there is some more port."
"Then he clapped his hands again and servants came and conducted us back to the huts. And now, Allan, Heda will go on with the story." "Well, Mr. Quatermain," she said, "nothing more happened that day which we spent with bursting hearts. Kaatje did not question us as to what the witch-doctor had said after she was sent away.
But listen, Allan, and you, too, prédicant Quatermain; there are other and more important reasons than this petty squabble why I should be glad if you could go away for a while.
"I am but a poor story-teller," put in the old hunter, "but if you will forgive my want of skill, I shall be happy to tell you, not the story of the tusks, for that is part of the history of our journey to King Solomon's Mines, but that of the buffalo horns beneath them, which is now ten years old." "Bravo, Quatermain!" said Sir Henry. "We shall all be delighted. Fire away!
But I can show you the quarry where the marble was cut; it is close by and behind it is the entrance to an ancient mine, which my father thinks was a silver mine. Perhaps the people who worked the mine built the marble huts. Quatermain have been discovered in the Marico district of the Transvaal, and an illustration of them is to be found in Mr.
"I can shoot very well with a rifle, for my father has taught me, but I never would shoot at living things unless I must because I was hungry, for I think that to kill is cruel. But, of course, it is different with men," she added hastily, "and no doubt you will be a great hunter one day, Allan Quatermain, since you can already aim so well."
"My name is Quatermain and that of my friend Anscombe. We are staying here, you know," I said rather awkwardly. "Indeed," she answered with a delightful smile, "what a very strange place to choose to stay in." "It is a beautiful house," I remarked. "Not bad, although I designed it, more or less. But I was alluding to its inhabitants."
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