Suppose we let him go, and he lays a charge against us.
Suppose they send after us and bring us in.

We've his diary and his men--evidence enough," said I.
"You bally ass!" Fred murmured.
"Cuckoo!" laughed Will.
"I don't believe he'd dare approach a British official with his story," said I.
"Incredible imbecile!" Fred answered.

"He has the gall of a brass monkey." "And magnetism--loads of it," Will added.

"He'd make the Pope play three-card monte." "To say nothing," continued Fred, "of the necessity of not letting the government know we're here! Rather than turn him loose, I'd march him into Kisumu and hand him over.

But, as Will says wisely, our proconsuls would believe him, and put us under bonds for outraging a distinguished foreigner." "Well, then," said I, "what the devil shall we do with him?
Offer something constructive, you two solons!" "Have the four men we borrowed from the island bolted home yet ?" wondered Will.
"They hadn't this evening," I answered.