“On the southern boundary.”
“Near lake Kivu?”
“Yes.”
“Saunders,” muttered zu Pfeiffer.
“I beg your pardon?”
“It was nothing, but I do not like to have—aliens in my province. They are—missionaries and traders—spies.”
“Indeed.”
“Yes, it is always so. Herr Professor, I ask you a favour. Will you be so kind as to write to me if some other white comes into the Wongolo country?”
“I shall be delighted,” said Birnier.… “Do you intend to come there some day, Herr Lieutenant?”
“Ach, no, it is not—not our territory; although I should very much like to see it and to shoot. There is much elephant there?”