A word from that far, wild country, which seemed so much fitter a background to his simple bulk and strength than the cramped ways of London society--a message from the very heart of the dark continent--to him: "Meredith surrounded and in danger Durnovo false come at once Jocelyn Gordon." Guy Oscard pushed back his chair and rose at once, as if there were somebody waiting in the hall to see him.
"I do not want any more dinner," he said, "I am going to Africa.

Come and help me to pack my things." He studied Bradshaw and wrote a note to Millicent Chyne.

To her he said the same as he had said to the butler, "I am going to Africa." There was something refreshingly direct and simple about this man.

He did not enter into long explanations.

He simply bore on in the line he had marked out.