(Monty, since he had to go home in any case, preferred to look over the family gun-room before committing himself.) Then, since the first leg of the journey would be the same for all of us we bought other kit, packed it, and booked passages for British East Africa.

Between then and the next afternoon when the British India steamboat sailed we were fairly bombarded by inquisitiveness, but contrived not to tell much.

And with patience beyond belief Monty restrained us from paying court to Tippoo Tib.
"The U.S.Consul says he's better worth a visit than most of the world's museums," Yerkes assured us two or three times.

"He says Tippoo Tib's a fine old sport--damned rogue--slave-hunter, but white somewhere near the middle.

What's the harm in our having a chin with him ?" But Monty was adamant.
"A call on him would prove nothing, but he and his friends would suspect.