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He replied to this effect : `` That there were no more traces of an assassin than of victims , consequently that it was impossible to know anything , and that it was a good deal too stupid to speak a good deal knowing nothing . '' All this time Jem 's fear and rage and impatience contrasted greatly with the philosophic phlegm of the Pict , who looked so fierce and took it all so cool , ending with an announcement that now Kalingalunga would sleep a good deal . The chief was soon asleep , but not till he had ordered his gins to wake him the moment the snow should be melted . This occurred at noon , and , after snatching a hasty meal , he put a tomahawk into Jem 's hands and darted into the bush . All the savage 's coldness disappeared now he was at work . He took Jem right across the wood from southeast to northwest . Nothing stopped him .