“And how about my going to live on the farm with you?”
“Well, I could not buy the farm for two hundred and fifty pounds. Come, we will give you fifty pounds instead of twenty-five.”
Ghamba thought for a while and then said:
“Very well, I consent. But there need be only one other man, and you will write down on a piece of paper that you will give me fifty pounds. When can we start?”
“I must speak to the other man, and then we will apply for leave. We had better start soon, or else Umhlonhlo may have gone to some other place of hiding.”
“Yes, we must lose no time.”
“All right! Meet me here to-morrow and I will bring my friend. We will then settle all about it.”
“You must not mention this matter to any one else, and you must make your friend promise to keep the secret.”
“Oh, that’s all right!” said Langley. “Meet me here to-morrow, just after dinner.”
Langley went back to camp, Ghamba looking after his retreating figure with a smile that revealed his teeth in a very striking manner. Langley was intensely excited, and exacted (quite unnecessarily) the most solemn promises from Whitson not to divulge the great secret which he confided to him. Whitson agreed at once to join in the enterprise, which was one after his own heart.