We were required to present ourselves at the court-house at once, reason not given.

The letter was signed "Liebenkrantz,--Lieutenant." The askari waited for us.

I suppose it would not be correct to say we were under arrest, but the enormous black man made it sufficiently obvious that he did not intend returning to the court without us.

The court-house was not more than two hundred yards away.

As we turned toward it we saw Lady Saffren Waldon being helped into the commandant's litter, borne by four men, the commandant himself superintending the ceremony with a vast deal of bowing and chatter, and Professor Schillingschen looking on with an air of owning litter, porters, township, boma, and all.