“All right, master; then we suppose you must go.”
“And you will go back because it is dangerous?”
“I never said such a word, master. I only said it warn’t safe.”
“And for answer to that, Joses, I say that, danger or no danger, I must try and make up for my past losses by some good venture in one of these unknown regions. Now then, have you made up your minds? If not, make them up quickly, and let me know what you mean to do.”
Joses did not turn round to his companions, whose spokesman he was, but said quietly, as he rolled up a fresh cigarette:
“Mind’s made up, master.”
“And you will go back?”
“Yes, master.”
“All of you?”
“All of us, master,” said Joses slowly. “When you do,” he added after a pause.