'Mayhap, Baas.

Man must die; I'd rather like to try a new country myself; the elephants are getting worked out about here.' "'Ah! my boy,' I said, 'you wait till the "pale old man" gets a grip of your yellow throat, and then we shall hear what sort of a tune you sing.' "Half an hour after that I saw Neville's wagon move off.

Presently Jim came back running.

'Good-bye, Baas,' he said.

'I didn't like to start without bidding you good-bye, for I daresay you are right, and that we shall never trek south again.' "'Is your master really going to Suliman's Berg, Jim, or are you lying ?' "'No,' he answered, 'he is going.