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"Be silent! " I whispered, and all understood my tone if they did not catch the words. Then steadying myself with an effort, for this hideous vision, which might have been a picture from hell, made me feel faint, I glanced at Komba, who was a pace or two in front of us. Evidently he was much disturbed -- the motions of his back told me this -- by the sense of some terrible mistake that he had made. For a moment he stood still, then wheeled round and asked me if we had seen anything.
"Yes," I answered indifferently, "we saw a number of men gathered round a fire, nothing more."