In
the event of trouble you would not hesitate to admit that your
chances of escape would be at least double mine. Trent lit a match
under pretence of lighting his pipe - in reality because only a few
feet away he had seen a pair of bright eyes gleaming at them through
a low shrub. A little native boy scuttled away - as black as night,
woolly-headed, and shiny; he had crept up unknown to look with
fearful eyes upon the wonderful white strangers. Trent threw a lump
of earth at him and laughed as he dodged it.
"Well, go ahead, Monty," he said. "Let's hear what you're driving
at. What a gab you've got to be sure!"
Monty waved his hand - a magnificent and silencing gesture.
"I have alluded to these matters," he continued, "merely in order
to show you that the greater share of danger and discomfort in
this expedition falls to my lot. Having reminded you of this,
Trent, I refer to the concluding sentence of your last speech. The
words indicated, as I understood them, some doubt of our ability to
see this thing through."
He paused, peering over to where Trent was sitting with grim,
immovable face, listening with little show of interest. He drew a
long, deep breath and moved over nearer to the doorway. His manner
was suddenly changed.
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