"At once. From Fayûm to Khartûm—that is one; from Khartûm to Fashoda—that is the second; from Fashoda to that ravine in which we found the King—that is the third; and from Mount Linde to the lake—that is the fourth."
"Yes. There probably is not another fly in the world which has flown over such a piece of Africa."
"That fly would look queer without you."
Stas began to laugh.
"A fly on an elephant! A fly on an elephant!"
"But not a tsetse! Honestly, Stas—not a tsetse."
"No," he answered, "a very agreeable fly."
Nell, pleased with the praise, propped her little nose on his arm; after which she asked:
"When shall we start on our fifth journey?"
"As soon as you have rested thoroughly, and I can instruct those men whom Kali has promised to me how to shoot a little."