Lucky I've got my uniform here! Then I'll go for the car." Within the five minutes she was in the garage in full uniform, looking over and tuning up the car, without an unnecessary word.

She was the professional, alert, cheerful, efficient--and handsomer than ever, thought French, in her close-fitting khaki.
"One word, Helena," said Buntingford, laying a hand on her arm, when all was ready, and she was about to climb into her seat.

"Remember I am in command of the expedition--and for all our sakes there must be no divided authority.

You agree ?" She looked up quietly.
"I agree." He made way for her, and she took her seat with him beside her.

French, Lodge, Jones the butler, and Tomline the odd man, got in behind her.