The truth was that their acquaintanceship in Africa had been of the slightest, dating from some trivial services which Durnovo had been able and very eager to render to the sportsman.
"I'm all right, thanks," replied Durnovo.

"I only landed at Liverpool yesterday.

I'm home on business.

I'm buying rifles and stores." Guy Oscard's honest face lighted up at once--the curse of Ishmael was on him in its full force.

He was destined to be a wanderer on God's earth, and all things appertaining to the wild life of the forests were music in his ears.
Durnovo was no mean diplomatist.