"Good heads scarce up this way," rejoined Kingozi. "I've caught one specimen myself, however."
"Specimen of what?"
"German. Ever hear of Winkleman?"
"Rather! The native fundi?[[19]] You don't mean to say you've got him!"
[[19]: Fundi--expert.]
"I've got him. He's the only specimen in these parts. But I can show you several thousand of the best fighting men in Africa--all loyal British allies."
"Good man!" cried a grizzled old settler. "I told 'em you'd do it!"
"But the war?" demanded Kingozi eagerly. "What of the war? Tell me? I know nothing whatever."
One of the younger men dismounted and insisted on delivering his animal to Kingozi.
"Do me good to stretch my legs," said he. "And you've walked your share."