human
Nay, what, Baasje [Literally, `little master.' A term of endearment], you will not die this time. The thick leather of the boot has taken off nearly all the poison, and all the running you have had since has done the rest. Still, it was a near thing--a near thing. _'Maghtaag_!--if the arrow had pierced you anywhere but through the boot you would have been a dead man long since. Not this time--not this time.
gpt
And the tiger, Dirk? said Renshaw, with a faint smile.
human
You are indeed a mighty hunter.