"I really don't know," she answered his question. "Chaké will look and see."
"Send him over to report when he finds out," requested Kingozi, preparing to return.
"What move does your wisdom contemplate to-day?" she called after him.
"Oh, return his majesty's visit this afternoon. Like to go?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I'll let you know when. And if you go, you must be content to stand two or three yards behind me, and to say nothing."
She flushed, but answered steadily enough:
"I'll remember."
It was nearing sundown when Kingozi emerged from his tent and gave the signal to move. He had for the first time strapped on a heavy revolver; his glasses hung from his neck; his sleeve was turned back to show his wrist watch; and, again for the first time, he had assumed a military-looking tunic. He carried his double rifle.
"Got on everything I own," he grinned.