“I travel officially, and I must travel alone,” he replied. “As for yourself, they will be breaking up here to-morrow, but they will lend you an escort and put you in the direction you wish to take. This, alas, is as much as I can do for you. For us it must be farewell.” “Well, I can't force myself upon you,” Dominey said a little wistfully. “It seems strange, though, to meet right out here, far away even from the by-ways of life, just to shake hands and pass on. I am sick to death of niggers and animals.” “It is Fate,” Von Ragastein decided. “Where I go, I must go alone. Farewell, dear friend! We will drink the toast we drank our last night in your rooms at Magdalen. That Sanscrit man translated it for us: 'May each find what he seeks!' We must follow our star.” Dominey laughed a little bitterly. He pointed to a light glowing fitfully in the bush. “My will-o'-the-wisp,” he muttered recklessly, “leading where I shall follow--into the swamps!” A few minutes later Dominey threw himself upon his couch, curiously and unaccountably drowsy. Von Ragastein, who had come in to wish him good night, stood looking down at him for several moments with significant intentness. Then, satisfied that his guest really slept, he turned and passed through the hanging curtain of dried grasses into the next banda, where the doctor, still fully dressed, was awaiting him. They spoke together in German and with lowered voices. Von Ragastein had lost something of his imperturbability. “Everything progresses according to my orders?” he demanded. “Everything, Excellency! The boys are being loaded, and a runner has gone on to Wadihuan for ponies to be prepared.” “They know that I wish to start at dawn?” “All will be prepared, Excellency.” Von Ragastein laid his hand upon the doctor's shoulder. “Come outside, Schmidt,” he said. “I have something to tell you of my plans.” The two men seated themselves in the long, wicker chairs, the doctor in an attitude of strict attention. Von Ragastein turned his head and listened. From Dominey's quarters came the sound of deep and regular breathing. “I have formed a great plan, Schmidt,” Von Ragastein proceeded. “You know what news has come to me from Berlin?” “Your Excellency has told me a little,” the doctor reminded him. “The Day arrives,” Von Ragastein pronounced, his voice shaking with deep emotion. He paused a moment in thought and continued, “the time, even the month, is fixed. I am recalled from here to take the place for which I was destined. You know what that place is? You know why I was sent to an English public school and college?” “I can guess.” “I am to take up my residence in England. I am to have a special mission. I am to find a place for myself there as an Englishman. The means are left to my ingenuity. Listen, Schmidt. A great idea has come to me.” The doctor lit a cigar. “I listen, Excellency.”