Ace number two is the fact that these German officials are brutes pure and simple--brutes who don't understand how to be anything else, with brutal low cunning and no other cleverness." "That sounds like the joker!" said Fred.
"It's ace number two, I tell you! The third is the fact that Brown of Lumbwa can talk with Kazimoto in the night through that corrugated iron partition! Three aces--count 'em--one, two, three! Queens?
One of 'em left a few minutes ago! The other's the dhow! We'll call that blessed boat the Queen of Sheba for luck! The Queen of Sheba got to her journey's end, and found more than she expected, and by the lights of little old Broadway, so shall we! I've dealt the cards--is it up to me to play them ?" "Your hand, America! Talk it over first, though! There's an awful lot hangs on the game!" said Fred.
I fell asleep while they argued over the points of Will's strategy.
Africa is a land of sudden death and swift recoveries, but for a convalescent man I had been through a strenuous day and had right to be tired out.

It was broad daylight when I awoke, and breakfast was ready.

Fred and Will had returned from their march around the township with the native band, and to my surprise the commandant was standing in front of their tent, talking with them.

I threw on a jacket and joined them at table.
"I don't understand you," said the commandant.

"Either talk German or speak more slowly!" Will took a purchase on his stock of patience and began again.
"If our porters run away, you'll blame us.