I saw Fred and Will climbing down from their observation post on top of the Bismarck monument, but he did not notice them.
Every German sergeant, and every askari we passed saluted us with about twice as much respect as I had ever seen them show the commandant; and Schillingschen returned salutes much less carefully than he, merely by a curt nod, or one raised finger.

Apparently the military feared him, for when we passed the commandant, who was personally superintending the flogging of two natives in the market-place for not saluting himself, he took several paces forward to make sure Schillingschen should see his act of homage.

The professor merely nodded in return, and I began to I wonder whether there was a rift in the lute of Muanza's official good relations.

Surely I hoped so.

Anything calculated to set the Germans' garrison life at odds looked to me like the gift of heaven! Schillingschen, striding beside the hammock, directed our course along the shore-front under palm-trees, planted in stately rows with meticulous precision.