“We are Stanley’s people.”
They rowed ashore and Stanley sprang out and addressed a European officer:
“Well, Bonney, how are you? Where is the major?”
“The major is dead, sir.”
“Dead! Good God! How did he die? Of fever?”
“No, sir, he was shot.”
“By whom?”
“By the Manjema, the bearers whom Tippoo Tib sent us.”
“How are our people?”
“More than half of them are dead.”