His forehead contracted, a look of trouble came into his face.

Yet he had an eye all the while for the movements of the animals in the zareba.

At last he halted, struck out at the ostrich with his stick, and turned to Hillyard with a gesture of helplessness.
"But what can one do--except the single thing one can't do ?" "She gave me a message, if I should chance to meet you," answered Hillyard.
Luttrell's face hardened perceptibly.
"Let me hear it, Martin." "She said that she would like you to have news of her, and that from time to time she would like to have a little line from you." "That was all ?" "Yes." Harry Luttrell nodded, but he made no reply.

He walked back with Hillyard to the door of the zareba, and the ostrich bore them company, now on this side, now on that.

The elephant was rolling in the grass like a dog, the giraffes crowded about the little door like beggars outside a restaurant.