"Courtney wouldn't hear of it." Pause.

"Said good-by to him, and took a coastwise trading steamer back to Mombasa.
Delightful trip--put in everywhere--saw everything.

Saw a lot of the Galla--fine tribe, the Galla." "Suppose you cut the travelogue stuff until later on!" suggested Will.
"Landed at Mombasa, and learned the first day that you fellows had managed to make more enemies than friends.

Put in a number of days on heavy social labor--lingered at the club--drank too much of their infernal gin-and-black-pepper appetizer--but made you fellows right, I think." "We're not interested in the slumming.

Go on and tell us what you did!" urged Fred.
"That is what I did--and undid.