"I regretted having to throw him out of the hotel in Zanzibar.

I wish he could have escaped with his life--a picturesque scoundrel if ever there was one! I'd rather be robbed by him than flattered by ten Schillingschens or Lady Saffren Waldons.

I suppose if I'd been with you I'd have killed him.

It's well I wasn't.

I might have regretted it all my days!" We buried our newly won ivory under a tree, locating the spot exactly with the aid of Monty's compass, and broke camp, starting sleepless up the mountain.