To guard against such impulses he had insisted on Halima’s sleeping on an Unguja mat in her mistress’s tent, and had surrounded the tent with a square of reed fence which gave her a greater degree of privacy than the wretched tent afforded. Within this there was space for a bathroom and a "sitting-room," a shaded retreat to which she could retire for a siesta or a confabulation with Halima who was still giving instruction in Swahili. Outside this "harim"—as his men who constructed it certainly took it to be—there was a "baraza" common to them both: a thatched shelter open all round. Here the camp table was placed for meals. Roger determined to shut Lucy out of his thoughts as much as possible, to think only for the day, for the dangers by which they were surrounded, the hundred risks which attended their ever getting back to civilization.... As soon as they could reach the coast he would send Lucy to England and return to his Consulate at Medinat-al-barkah.... Of course, should John Baines die of fever—missionaries often did—or—if—he were killed? ... Suppose his station really was attacked...? But then, again, such thoughts as these were of the order of David’s when he hankered after Bathsheba.... And then Lucy, again, Lucy might die of fever—she scarcely seemed cut out for an African life, which is why he had begun pitying her..... "I’ve had perfectly splendid sport to-day," said Roger, standing before Lucy’s "baraza" where the camp table was laid for tea. "I’ve shot a rhino—they’re cutting it up now—two hartebeests, and two impala. That’ll give us all the ’biltong’ we can carry. I’m filthily dirty, as you can see—ash and charcoal from the burnt bush, and sweat—God! It _has_ been sweltering!—and the run after that—and _from_ that—rhino! No. I’m not wounded—there’s no need for emotion—but the rhino as he charged—and _I_ doubled—squirted blood over me from his nostrils—I must look like a fighting chimney sweep—I’ll go and have a bath and then you shall give me tea." "Don’t be long," said Lucy. "There’s _such_ lots to talk about. Your men have come back from Hangodi with a note to me from John! He says so far ’all’s well.’ And two Masai, Halima says, are waiting to see you. They keep saying ’Sitoto,’ which means, I suppose, some news about the Stotts’ whereabouts. _How_ exciting it’s all getting. I _am_ enjoying it!" "Halima" (to her maid): "Waambia watu wa mpishi tunataka chai, _marra_ moja!"