"Winkleman read the labels on my bottles," he said sternly. "I have simply used the pilocarpin."
"The pilocarpin! But that was destroyed!"
So unmistakably genuine was her cry of amazement that Kingozi's heart leaped with joy. She had not known! He took a step toward the couch.
But at this moment a wild hullabaloo broke out in the camp. Men yelled and shouted. Some one began to blow a horn. There came the sound of many running to and fro. "Damn!" ejaculated Kingozi fervently; and ran out of the tent.
[CHAPTER XXXII]
THE COLOURS
The whole camp was gathered about a number of M'tela's people, who were all talking at once. The din was something prodigious. Kingozi pushed his way rather angrily to the centre of disturbance.
"Here, what is this?" he demanded to know.
But a dead, astonished silence fell upon them all. They stared at him gaping.
"What is it?" repeated Kingozi impatiently.