The trolley-car trundled down among the din, smells and colors of the business-end of town.

Looking over my shoulder I saw Courtney talking to the collector.
"We're getting absolution, Fred!" said I.
"I'm not sure we need it," Fred answered.

"I hope Courtney won't tell too much!" So quickly does a man jump from praying for friends at court to fearing them! "Courtney looked to me," said Will, "like a man who would give no games away." "Glad you think that of him," said Fred.
"Why ?" "Tell you later, maybe." But he did not tell until after dinner.

(It was a good dinner for East Africa.

Shark steak figured in it, under a more respectable name; and there was zebu hump, guinea-fowl, and more different kinds of fruit than a man could well remember.) When it was over we sat in deep armchairs on the long wide veranda that fronts the whole hotel.