Our enemies have not been foolish!' He bent his wise brows on the assembly.
'I will tell you a tale,' he said.

'It happened many years ago in Senegal.

I was quartered in a remote station, and to pass the time used to go fishing for big barbel in the river.

A little Arab mare used to carry my luncheon basket--one of the salted dun breed you got at Timbuctoo in the old days.

Well, one morning I had good sport, and the mare was unaccountably restless.