"You're right," said Kingozi, "and unless I miss my guess it will be an all-night job."
The travel-wearied men groaned.
"No help for it," said Captain Walsh cheerfully.
They pressed forward to shake the hands of this strange couple. The Leopard Woman carried herself with the ease and poise of one accustomed to receiving homage. She had drawn near Kingozi again, and managed to reach out and press his arm.
"Ye'll be married soon, I'm thinking," surmised McCloud.
"Depends," replied Kingozi, his brow darkening. "Part of it's up to you, you know," he added briefly. "A blind man is a poor man."
"We shall be married soon--now, if there is a priest among you!" cried the Leopard Woman vehemently, "As for poor man--pouf!" She turned to Walsh with an engaging smile. "And you, where you came, did you pass the people who live in the mountains back there, with a sultani who dressed in black----"
"I know," supplemented Captain Walsh, "very well."
"The sultani whose place has a fortified gate."
"Really? We did not get to his village; too much of a hurry."