"You went out of bounds to-day with Schillingschen! Well and good; he was with you.

But you, and you--" She pointed at Fred and Will.

"-- went without permission.

Why do you suppose they over-looked such a splendid chance of jailing you legally?
Schillingschen came up to the commandant's house in a towering passion, demanding the immediate arrest and close confinement of all three of you.

He was only persuaded to wait a few days longer because a runner has come in with word that the bodies of several Masai whom you shot on this side of the German border have been found! The bones--the bullets found among the bones--and cartridge cases that will fit your rifles are being brought to Muanza! After that--the deluge, my friends! That is why Professor Schillingschen gets drunk and sings himself to sleep in spite of your being still at liberty! Either escape before that evidence reaches Muanza, or make up your minds for the worst! It is growing late--answer me--do you agree ?" Fred glanced once at each of us.