"I suppose I had better start to-morrow." "I should think so," she replied quietly, with that gentle mendacity which can scarcely be grudged to women, because they are so poorly armed.

"I should think so.

You know what these men are.

Every hour they have in Loango demoralises them more and more." They had reached the gate of the bungalow garden.

She turned and held out her hand in an undeniable manner.