After Sir Francis Scott had presented Prempeh with his ultimatum the meeting broke up for the night, but the "Wolf that never Sleeps" was on the look-out with his Native Levy for a possible surprise, or for His Majesty's escape.

You can imagine how "Sherlock Holmes," as Burnham the American scout calls our hero, enjoyed that work.

In the quiet night, under the white stars, a council was being held in the savage king's palace, and B.-P.
"shadowed" that regal hut with eyes and ears alive.

At three o'clock in the morning a white light streamed out of the palace doorway, and through the clinging mist went a string of white-robed figures, one of them the queen-mother.

This little company passed within twenty yards of B.-P., and it was followed stealthily by him until the queen's residence, not hitherto known, was marked down.