to break a way through to the Kendah.  Or we might go practically unaccompanied, relying on our native wit and good fortune to attain our ends.  Each of these alternatives had so much to recommend it and yet presented so many difficulties, that after long hours of discussion, for this talk was renewed again and again, I found it quite impossible to decide upon any one of them, especially as in the end Lord Ragnall always left the choice with its heavy responsibilities to me.

At length in despair I opened the window and whistled twice on a certain low note.  A minute later Hans shuffled in, shaking the wet off the new corduroy clothes which he had bought upon the strength of his return to affluence, for it was raining outside, and squatted himself down upon the floor at a little distance.  In the shadow of the table which cut off the light from the hanging lamp he looked, I remember, exactly like an enormous and antique toad.  I threw him a piece of tobacco which he thrust into his corn-cob pipe and lit with a match.

“The Baas called me,” he said when it was drawing to his satisfaction, “what does Baas want of Hans?”

“Light in darkness!” I replied, playing on his native name, and proceeded to set out the whole case to him.

He listened without a word, then asked for a small glass of gin, which I gave him doubtfully.  Having swallowed this at a gulp as though it were water, he delivered himself briefly to this effect: 

“I think the Baas will do well not to go to Kilwa, since it means waiting for a ship, or hiring one; also there may be more slave-traders there by now who will bear him no love because of a lesson he taught them a while ago.  On the other hand the road through Zululand is open, though it be long, and there the name of Macumazana is one well known.  I think also that the Baas would do well not to take too many men, who make marching slow, only a wagon or two and some drivers which might be sent back when they can go no farther.  From Zululand messengers can be dispatched to the Mazitu, who love you, and Bausi or whoever is king there to-day will order bearers to meet us on the road, until which time we can hire other bearers in Zululand.  The old woman at Beza-Town told me, moreover, as you will remember, that the Kendah are a very great people who live by themselves and will allow none to enter their land, which is bordered by deserts.  Therefore no force that you could take with you and feed upon a road without water would be strong enough to knock down their gates like an elephant, and it seems better that you should try to creep through them like a wise snake, although they appear to be shut in your face.  Perhaps also they will not be shut since did you not say that two of their great doctors promised to meet you and guide you through them?”

“Yes,” I interrupted, “I dare say it will be easier to get in than to get out of Kendahland.”

“Last of all, Baas, if you take many men armed with guns, the black part of the Kendah people of whom I told you will perhaps think you come to make war, whatever the white Kendah may say, and kill us all, whereas if we be but a few perchance they will let us pass in peace.  I think that is all, Baas.  Let the Baas and the Lord Igeza forgive me if my words are foolish.”