“Right. Perhaps there is not another fly in the world who has flown through so much of Africa.”
“This fly would have been in a nice plight without you.”
And he began to laugh.
“A fly on an elephant! A fly on an elephant!”
“But no tsetse. Ah, Stasch, no tsetse?”
“No,” he replied; “a more agreeable kind of fly.”
Nell, satisfied with this praise, leaned her little face on his arm and asked:
“And when shall we start on our fifth journey?”
“As soon as you are rested and I have taught these people, whom Kali has promised to send along with us, how to shoot a little.”
“And are we going to travel very long?”