Still," he added after surveying our rather blank faces, "I
have no right to play with your lives, so if you think the thing too
dangerous I will go on alone with this old boy, Babemba. Putting
everything else aside, I think that one of us ought to visit Bausi's
kraal in case the gentleman who you call Brother John should turn up
there. In short, I have made up my mind, so it is no use talking."
I lit my pipe, and for quite a time contemplated this obstinate young
man while considering the matter from every point of view. Finally, I
came to the conclusion that he was right and I was wrong. It was true
that by bribing Babemba, or otherwise, there was still an excellent
prospect of effecting a masterly retreat and of avoiding many perils.
On the other hand, we had not come to this wild place in order to
retreat. Further, at whose expense had we come here? At that of
Stephen Somers who wished to proceed. Lastly, to say nothing of the
chance of meeting Brother John, to whom I felt no obligation since he
had given us the slip at Durban, I did not like the idea of being
beaten.
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