"Ghastly, isn’t it!" he went on. "I’ve just returned from a reconnaissance in which we rounded up three Masai youths—not warriors but the hulking boys that attend on the spearmen. Two men in my _safari_ understand Masai and they are now trying to make out the story these boys tell. They evidently deny emphatically that the Stotts were killed. They keep pointing to the north-west as the direction in which they have gone, and say every now and then ’Irangi.’ My interpreters infer that this place was attacked about a week ago by a party of Ruga-ruga coming from the Nyaturu country and travelling towards the coast. They besieged the station, and killed some of the Mission boys, but the Stotts apparently were not hurt. They defended themselves for some time, till a party of Masai came to their relief, and then the Ruga-ruga and ’black’ Arabs were beaten off. Nevertheless the Stotts left the station afterwards and went away to the north-west with the Masai escorting them.... I want to see if I get on their tracks or if I can find any real natives who saw the attack.... You seem to have a head on your shoulders ... and an influence over the natives. I’ll leave all but five of the men here under your orders. Already they’re at work reconstructing the ’boma.’ I propose skirmishing around and finding out also if the Arabs and Ruga-ruga are still in the neighbourhood. I’ll be back before dark...." _Ann_: "You’d much better give up such a wild-goose chase as looking for the Stotts. Make for Kilimanjaro and the Mvita coast with Lucy. We’ve got mission stations in Taita and at Jomvu, near Mvita, where you could place her in comparative safety. I’d much rather return to Hangodi instead of floundering about in the wilderness, mad with thirst and unable to wash. I’m only a drag on you with my women porters whom your men can’t leave alone—I daren’t take my eyes off them. Lucy’ll soon be well enough to ride your donkey—which I’m at present using. If the Arabs haven’t plundered the Wagogo or if there are Masai bands in the neighbourhood you could easily buy a few donkeys—Masai breed, you know. They’re quickly broken in to riding, especially with your Maskat donkey to show ’em how. And then you could travel much quicker. I don’t think you’ll have trouble with the Arabs farther north. It’s a Masai country, and the Masai and the Muhammadans are at daggers drawn...." _Brentham_ (hesitating): "No. I don’t think I ought to let you go ... I ..." (His thoughts were saying: "_Let_ her go. She’s a tiresome termagant, she, with her fifteen women porters who’ll cause the deuce-and-all of a lot of trouble before we’ve gone far. It would be lovely to have a long journey back to the coast with Lucy. _Of course_ I’d respect her. I should simply treat her as a sister" ... and his pulses quickened)....