“I’ll see about that, chief, if it happens that I find Miller on the way.
“Meantime, if you have got any pointers that you can give about the roads and so on, I will be glad to have them.”
The chief rather unwillingly told Trim about the various travelers’ routes across Bechuanaland, and gave him, also, some little information about the many tribes whose territory he would have to pass.
At the end of the conversation Trim returned to his hotel where his old friend, Dobbin, was awaiting him, and together they made preparations for a journey westward.
Although Dobbin had learned to have confidence in Trim’s judgment, he was nevertheless a little in doubt about this excursion to the Narugas.
“What’s the good of it, lad?” he asked. “Why don’t ee take things easy a bit?”
“I don’t see any fun in sitting still, old fellow,” was Trim’s response.
“No, that ee don’t.”
“Would you rather stay quietly here in Kimberley until I come back?”
“Bless yer brave heart, no, lad. I could not sleep of nights if I thought ee was trampin’ across the wilderness without me by to look out for ee.”