Well now, supposing that the Baas says that our price is the white woman dressed like a bird, to be delivered over to us when we have defeated the Black Kendah and killed Jana--after which they will have no more use for her.

And supposing that the Baas says that if they refuse to pay that price we will burn all our powder and cartridges so that the rifles are no use?
Is there not a path to walk on here ?" "Perhaps," I answered.

"Something of the sort was working in my mind but I had no time to think it out." Turning, I explained the idea to Ragnall, adding: "I pray you not to be rash.

If you are, not only may we be killed, which does not so much matter, but it is very probable that even if they spare us they will put an end to your wife rather than suffer one whom they look upon as holy and who is necessary to their faith in its last struggle to be separated from her charge of the Child." This was a fortunate argument of mine and one which went home.
"To lose her now would be more than I could bear," he muttered.
"Then will you promise to let me try to manage this affair and not to interfere with me and show violence ?" He hesitated a moment and answered: "Yes, I promise, for you two are cleverer than I am and--I cannot trust my judgment." "Good," I said, assuming an air of confidence which I did not feel.

"Now we will go down to call upon Harut and his friends.