"Who? Oh, the Nubian, Chaké. No; he is just a faithful creature near myself. I have no headman."
"Who takes your orders, then?"
"The askaris."
"Which one?"
"Any of them." She made a mouth. "Don't look at me in that fashion. Is that so very dreadful?"
"It's impossible. You can never run a safari in that way. Simba, bring all the askaris."
Simba departed on his errand. Kingozi turned to her gravely.
"Dear lady," said he gravely, "I am going to offend you again. But this won't do. You are a wonderful woman; but you do not know this game well enough. I acknowledge you will handle this show ordinarily in tiptop style; but in a new country, in contact with new peoples--it's a specialist's job, that's all."
"I'm beginning to think so," she replied with unexpected humility.
"Already you've lost control of your organization: you nearly died from lack of water--By the way, why didn't you push ahead with your Nubian, and find the water?"