“Well, all right,” he said; “go alone, but walk straight ahead and do not stop on the way.”
“But may I pick these flowers myself?” she asked, pointing to a bush of kousso, which was covered with a heavy mass of pink flowers.
“Yes, you may!”
With these words he turned around, and after taking the precaution of showing her the group of trees from which the smoke issued and from which King’s trumpeting was heard, he disappeared into the high jungle at the edge of the ravine.
He had taken scarcely a hundred steps when he felt exceedingly anxious. “It was very stupid of me,” he thought, “to let Nell go alone in the heart of Africa—how foolish, foolish! She is still a child! I should not have left her side even for an instant unless King had been with her. Who knows what may happen? Who know
