"I tell you I don't care about jail! I don't care if I do get killed!" Fred kept a restraining hand on him.

Will left the tent and walked straight for the gap in the cactus hedge by which we had entered the enclosure.

It was only twenty yards away.
Once through the gap he glanced swiftly to right and left--laughed--and came back again.
"Only six of 'em!" he grinned.

"Six full-sized Nubians in uniform, with army boots on, no bayonets or rifles, but good big sticks and handcuffs! If we'd touched those Greeks they'd have jumped the fence and stretched us out! What the devil d'you suppose they want us in jail for ?" "D'you suppose they think," I said, "that if they had us in jail in this God-forsaken place we'd divulge the secret of Tippoo's ivory ?" "Why don't we tell 'em the secret!" suggested Will, and that seemed such a good idea that we laughed ourselves back into good temper--even Brown, who had no notion whether we knew the secret, being perfectly sure we would not be such fools as to tell the true whereabouts of the hoard in any case.
"I want to get even with all Africa!" he grumbled.

"I want to make trouble that'll last! I'd start a war this minute if I knew how! If it weren't for those bloody Greeks laughing at me I'd get more drunk to-night than any ten men in the world ever were before in history! Yes, sir! And my name's Brown of Lumbwa to prove I mean what I say!" After a while, seeing that no trouble was likely, the Nubian soldiers came out of ambush and marched away.