It was Knight who kicked the logs of the fire together and so brought about a sudden blaze.
"What's that?" asked Lindsay, peering into the darkness.
All looked and saw the whites of innumerable black men's eyes reflecting the camp firelight. Then there was a patter of many feet as the silent witnesses to the dance hurried away.
ON THE BUILDING OF BRIDGES.
If, in the course of conversation, a Rhodesian referred to "the Old Man," his fellow Rhodesians knew that Cecil John Rhodes was meant.
No one who knew him personally spoke of that great man as Rhodes; in Rhodesia such familiarity was impertinence.
If anyone in the Bulawayo Club said: "Rhodes told me ..." we turned our backs, as we knew the fellow was about to lie.