You see, there's no railway beyond Victoria Nyanza.

Anything at all might happen in those great spaces beyond Uganda.

Borderlands are quarrel-grounds.

I should say the junction of British, Belgian, and German territory where Arab loot lies buried is the last place to dally in unarmed.

You fellows 'ud better scour Zanzibar in the morning for the best guns to be had here." So I went to bed at midnight with that added stuff for building dreams.
He who has bought guns remembers with a thrill; he who has not, has in store for him the most delightful hours of life.