"We want you to go back direct to German East.

Will you go, if we give you back your diary ?" Schillingschen blundered into the trap like a buffalo in strange surroundings.
"Ja wohl!" he answered.

"Give me that, and yon shall never see me again!" At that Fred threw himself full length on his blanket and took one of Schillingschen's cigars.
"Of course," he said, "you would give anything for leave to take those words back! You needn't try to hide the wince--we fully appreciate the situation! What do you say, you fellows?
How about last night's idea?
Who mooted it?
Shall we send him back by canoe to German East, with a guarantee that if he doesn't go we'll hand over diary and him to our government ?" "Better send the book to the commissioner at Nairobi, or Mombasa, or wherever he is," suggested Will.

"Then if the 'prof' here doesn't get a swift move on he's liable to be overtaken by the cops, I should say." "Let's make no promises," said I.

"I vote we simply give him time to get away." At that the Germain saw the weak side of our case in a flash.
"If you dared give that diary to your government," he growled, "you would do so without bargaining with me! Why do you propose to let me go?
Out of love for me?
No! But because you dare not appeal to your government! Give me that diary, and I will go at once to German East, not otherwise! It is only a diary," he added.