"Bravo, youngster! Who told you that?" asked Bobbie.
"Miss Grahame," answered Jim, "and she said that it had nearly all been done by one man—a very good man."
Lady Dorothy shot a smile at Miss Grahame, then bent over her little cousin again.
"Yes, Jim, and he is coming here, this very morning. What do you think of that?"
Jim turned open-mouthed in his chair.
"Shall I see him," he gasped, "the man who has turned this big patch red?"
"Yes, my boy," laughed Lord Bobbie, "you'll see him, our most modern Empire-maker, the uncrowned King of British Kafangaland—London's latest lion——" He paused.
"Anything more, Bobbie?" queried Julia Crofton.
"No, I don't think so. I was wondering what qualities he possessed to have put him so far ahead of the other pioneers out there."
Count Morlot drew a little nearer to the group.