"What's that?" she asked, with an effort.
"Strip, and wade in up to my neck, carrying my gun over my head, and then keep perfectly still till some of them come within range."
He laughed with joyous anticipation.
"I've told Ibrahim he must have a roaring big fire for me when I get back."
"Are you going to-day?"
"Yes, I think I'll have just an hour. D'you feel up to riding the donkey to the water's edge, and coming out on the lake with me?"
She hesitated. In this waste and in this silence she felt almost incapable of a decision. Then she said:
"No, I think I've had enough for to-day. You must bring me back a duck for dinner."
"I swear I will."
He gripped her hands when he went. He was full of the irrepressible joy of the sportsman starting out for his pleasure.