Not for safety and a king's ransom would I have drawn back from the game.

I prayed for one thing only, that God in His mercy would give me the chance of settling with Henriques.
I fancy I missed some of the conversation, being occupied with my own passion.

At any rate, when I next listened the two were deep in plans.
Maps were spread beside them, and Laputa's delicate forefinger was tracing a route.

I strained my ears, but could catch only a few names.
Apparently they were to keep in the plains till they had crossed the Klein Labongo and the Letaba.

I thought I caught the name of the ford of the latter; it sounded like Dupree's Drift.