By that time we were quite sure that Lady Waldon had passed along the road behind him; so Fred went out and gave him tobacco.
"It's time you went and looked at those Greeks again!" he advised him.
"You would be in trouble if they slipped away in the night!" Now that a plan of campaign was finally decided on, there seemed much less to do than we had feared.

Mapping out in our minds the way round the back of the hill to the dhow was perfectly simple; we went and smoked on the hilltop, and within an hour after breakfast had every turn and twist memorized.

Fred drew a chart of the track for safety's sake.
Persuading Brown of Lumbwa proved unexpectedly to be much the most difficult task.

Added to the fact that the askaris who marched behind and the Greeks who marched in front were unusually inquisitive, Brown himself was afraid.
"We'll all be shot in the dark!" he objected.
"Would you rather," Will asked, "be shot in the dark with a run for your money, or fed to the crocks in the doctor's pond ?" And he told him about the crocodiles to encourage him.
"They'll have to let me out of jail at the end of the month," Brown argued.
"Don't you believe it! In less than a week from now we'll all be in on one and the same charge of filibustering! They'll not let you go back to British East to tell tales about their treatment of the rest of us," Will assured him.
But Brown proved tinged with a little streak of yellow somewhere.

It was not until the afternoon march that Fred and Will, one on either side of him, by appeals to his racial instinct and recalling the methods of the military court, induced him to do his part.