Rex Donaldson brought them up to the tent, saying, "I didn't think you chaps were quite so close." Homer, Cliff and Isobel faced the new recruits. The three were dressed in khaki bushshirts, shorts and heavy walking shoes--British style. Two were so obviously relatives that they could have been twins except for an age discrepancy of two or three years. They were smaller in stature than the Americans present, almost chunky, but their faces held education and cultivation. The third was slight of build, almost as wiry as Rex Donaldson, and seemed ever at ease. The small, bent Bahaman made introductions. "Gentlemen, let me present El Hassan--Homer Crawford to you--formerly of the Reunited Nations African Development Project, formerly of the United States of the Americas." His face twisted in his sour grimace of a grin. "Now running for the office of tyrant of North Africa." "And these are two of his original and most trusted adherents, Isobel Cunningham and Cliff Jackson." Donaldson turned to the newcomers. "John and James Peters--that's Jack and Jimmy, of course--recently colleagues of mine with the African Department of the Commonwealth, working largely in the Nigeria area." Homer shook hands, grinning. "You're a long way from home." "Farther than that," the one labeled Jack said without a smile changing the seriousness of his face. "We're originally from Trinidad." Donaldson said, "And this is David Moroka, late of South Africa." The wiry South African said easily, "Not so very late. In fact, I haven't seen Jo-burg since I was a boy." He was shaking hands with Isobel now. "Jo-burg?" she said. "Johannesburg," he translated. "I got out by the skin of my teeth during the troubles in the 1950s." "You sound like an American," Cliff said when it was his turn to shake. "Educated in the States," Moroka said. "Best thing that ever happened to me was to be kicked out of the land of my birth." Homer made a sweeping gesture at the floor and the few articles of furniture the tent contained that could be improvised as chairs. "I'm surprised you're up here instead of in your own neck of the woods," he said to the South African. Moroka shrugged. "I was considering heading south when I ran into Jimmy and Jack, here. They'd already got the word on the El Hassan movement from Rex. Their arguments made sense to me." Eyes went to the brothers from Trinidad and Jack Peters took over the position of spokesman. He said, seriously, as though trying to convince the others, "North Africa is the starting point, the beginning. Given El Hassan's success in uniting North Africa, the central areas and later even the south will fall into line. Perhaps one day there will be a union of _all_ Africa." "Or at least a strong confederation," Jimmy Peters added.