He found, as he had expected, that they were at first loath to engage themselves for a further expedition. They had recovered their property: the chief would be expecting them; they wanted to return and celebrate their success by a feast. John pointed out that, though they had done much, they would greatly enhance their glory if they carried back a great quantity of spoil from the enemy. They had been wantonly attacked: why not repay their attackers in their own coin? The fort would certainly contain things worth having. This argument appealed to the men, and when the chief’s son reminded them that the wasungu had kept their promise and led them to a bloodless victory, they began to waver. "The wasungu are great hunters of lions," said the young chief; "they are also great hunters of men." John said that any who wished to go home might do so; but none were disposed to pass through the country without the whole body, and ultimately they agreed to follow the msungu wherever he chose to lead them. "You’ve a most persuasive tongue," said Ferrier to John, as they went away to talk things over. "I’m inclined to think you ought to have gone to the bar after all." "Bosh! The judges aren’t savages. We shall have to arrange a flying column--that’s the name for it, isn’t it? It’s quite clear from what the prisoner said that we must get to the fort well in advance of Juma. If they get back we shan’t be able to dislodge them: they won’t be caught napping again, you may be sure. As it is, we may find it a hard nut to crack if there are forty men in the fort. We shall have to divide forces, too. We must leave enough men to guard this loot, and I’m afraid we can’t both go, old chap: one of us must remain in charge." "Well, you’ve done the hardest work so far: you take a rest and let me try my luck." "But you fired the boma; it’s my turn. Tell you what, we’ll toss for it. Heads I go, tails you do as you please." The spin of the coin decided for John. "Just my luck," said Ferrier. "I always lost the toss when I captained the lacrosse team at McGill’s. How many men will you take?" "I can’t do with fewer than twenty. I’ll take Bill; Coja and Said Mohammed had better remain with you. By the way, you’ll send over to our old camp in the morning and fetch the half-dozen we left there. They’ll jump out of their skins if they’re left too long. I wonder if our wounded prisoner could manage to come with me. I might find him useful. In fact, I’ll take him--on a litter if he can’t walk." "Well, you’d better get a sleep now, or you won’t be fit for much in the morning. The men too. It looks as though they meant to jabber all night."