CHAPTER TEN.
IN HOC SIGNO VADE Lean, loveless, hungry lanes are these! The longest has an end.
Ill luck tasted to the bitter lees Soonest shall mend.
From out the foe's ranks if Heaven please Shall come your friend.
We came to no fixed decision that night, although we knew there was no alternative.

She held out, in the vain hope of making us agree to leave Kazimoto and Brown behind.

The porters, she agreed, might come in very handy, although it was at least doubtful that we should be able to slip out of Muanza by land.

The Germans had taken latterly to counting our porters every morning, to supplying them with ration money once every day, and to sending the bill to us by an askari, who waited for the cash.

At any rate, she conceded the porters, provided we would leave the two others behind.