"But they're skilfully hidden.

Why don't we put Schillingschen and his ten pet blacks into those canoes, with a little food and no rifles--and show them the way to German East ?" "Because," said I, "they wouldn't go.

They'd turn around and paddle for Kisumu, to file complaint against us." "Don't you suppose," suggested Will, "that Schillingschen's own men 'ud insist on going home?
Out on the water, ten to one, without guns or too much food, they wouldn't have the same fear of him they had formerly." "That chance is too broad and long and deep," said Fred.

"Altogether too bulky to be taken.

Let's sleep on it.