We watched them.

Personally I did not mind the feeling that the worst had happened at last.

I was incapable of sounding further depths of gloom--too full of pain bodily to suffer mentally from threats of what might yet be.

But the other two looked miserable--more so because Fred's bearded chin perked up so bravely, and Will set his jaw like a rock.
Not one of us had said a word when the biggest askari we had seen yet strode up to us--saluted--and gave Fred a sealed envelope.

It was written in English, addressed to us three by name (although our names were wrongly spelled).