He left for Ujiji the next day, and the net result of his friendly interference was that the doctor refused me any sort of attention at all--even a change of bandages.
Fred and Will did their best for me, but it was little.

I read in their faces, and in their studied cheerfulness when speaking in my presence, that they had made up their minds I was going to lose the number of my mess.

They went to the commandant and the lieutenant besides the doctor in efforts to secure for me some sort of consideration, but without result; and they wrote at least six letters to the British East African Protectorate government that we ascertained afterward never reached their destination.

They tried to register one letter, but registration was refused.
"Why don't they jail us simply, and have done with it ?"--Will kept wondering aloud.
"They will when it suits their books," said I.

"For the present they scarcely dare.