He could not speak softly and be heard at all.

Louder he had to speak, and then louder, ending almost with a shout.
"The best way to Elgon is by way of Kisumu and Mumias, whatever anybody else may tell you.

And if you find the stuff, or any of it," (he was running beside the train now)--"be in no hurry to advertise the fact! Go and make terms first with government--then--after you've made terms--tell 'em you've found it! Find the stuff--make terms--then produce what you've found! Get my meaning?
Good-by, all.

Good luck!" We left him behind then, wiping the sweat from his wrinkled, freckled forehead, gazing after us as if we had all been lifelong friends of his.

He made no distinction between us and Fred, but was equally anxious to serve us all.
"If that man isn't white, who is ?" demanded Will, and then there was new interest.
We had left the ticket office far behind, but the train was moving slowly and there was still a good length of platform before our car would be clear of the station altogether.