way, though. Well, it won't last long.--Ohe, Madame, help me to my
toilette of the guillotine! There will be no chance of dressing properly
out yonder.'

He was rummaging among his new campaign-kit, and rowelling his hands
with the spurs. There are two says of wearing well-oiled ankle-jacks,
spotless blue bands, khaki coat and breeches, and a perfectly pipeclayed
helmet. The right way is the way of the untired man, master of himself,
setting out upon an expedition, well pleased.

'Everything must be very correct,' Dick explained. 'It will become dirty
afterwards, but now it is good to feel well dressed. Is everything as it
should be?'

He patted the revolver neatly hidden under the fulness of the blouse on
the right hip and fingered his collar.

'I can do no more,' Madame said, between laughing and crying. 'Look at
thyself--but I forgot.'

'I am very content.' He stroked the creaseless spirals of his leggings.

'Now let us go and see the captain and George and the lighthouse boat.

Be quick, Madame.'

'But thou canst not be seen by the harbour walking with me in the
daylight. Figure to yourself if some English ladies----'

'There are no English ladies; and if there are, I have forgotten them.

Take me there.'

In spite of this burning impatience it was nearly evening ere the
lighthouse boat began to move. Madame had said a great deal both to
George and the captain touching the arrangements that were to be made
for Dick's benefit. Very few men who had the honour of her acquaintance
cared to disregard Madame's advice. That sort of contempt might end in
being knifed by a stranger in a gambling hell upon surprisingly short
provocation.

For six days--two of them were wasted in the crowded Canal--the
little steamer worked her way to Suakin, where she was to pick up the
superintendent of the lighthouse; and Dick made it his business to
propitiate George, who was distracted with fears for the safety of his
light-of-love and half inclined to make Dick responsible for his own
discomfort. When they arrived George took him under his wing, and
together they entered the red-hot seaport, encumbered with the material
and wastage of the Suakin-Berger line, from locomotives in disconsolate
fragments to mounds of chairs and pot-sleepers.

'If you keep with me,' said George, 'nobody will ask for passports or
what you do. They are all very busy.'

'Yes; but I should like to hear some of the Englishmen talk. They might
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