Fred laughed, and Will leaned forward to whisper to me: "She heard what Courtney said to us about the way to Mount Elgon!" "D'you know her name ?" asked Brown.
"No!" we all three lied together with one voice.
"I do! I seen it on the reservation card.

Lady Isobel Saffren Waldon! Pretty high-soundin' patronymic, what?
Lady Isobel Saffren Waldon!" He repeated the name over and over, crescendo, with growing fervor.
"What's a woman with a title doin' d'you suppose?
The title's no fake.
She's got the blood all right, all right! You ought to ha' heard her shoo me out! Lummy! A nestin' hen giving the office to a snake weren't in it to her an' me! Good looker, too! What's she doin' in East Africa ?" We made no shift to answer.
"The officials' wives," he went on, "are keen after Tippoo's ivory, but, bein' obliged to stay in the station except when their husbands go on safari, an' then only go where their husbands go, they've no show to speak of.

Pioneer Jane's nuts on it, an' she's dangerous.

Jane's as likely to find the stuff as any one.

She's independent--go where she blooming well pleases--game as a lioness--looks like one, too, only a lioness is kind o' softer an' not so quick in the uptake.