dled an antediluvian gun he was thinking
of buying from a prospector.

Stanley glanced up, wondering what letters had come, and saw the
hovering frown.

"Any news, sir?" he asked frankly, for he was no longer in awe of his
silent chief. As a matter of fact, he never had been to any degree.
The Kid would have found it difficult to be in awe of anyone, but for
a few days Carew had baffled him.

"Henry Pym, you've probably heard of him, is likely to arrive here in
a few days."

Stanley opened his eyes a little. "What! the millionaire?... Good biz!
We'll rook him at poker and bridge and shooting, and a few other
things. It isn't right for him to have all that money. It would even
things up a little if we could transfer some of it to poor, penniless
policemen."

"He is accompanied by his daughter and a niece," said Carew in even
tones.

"Lord love a holy duck!..." exclaimed the young policeman, and was
fairly astonished on to his feet. "Coming here, sir?... Coming here to
Zimbabwe?"

"So the letter says. It also adds that they may wish to camp near, and
they are to be shown every attention."

"_They shall be_ ..." quoth The Kid, so comically that even Carew's
lips relaxed. "I suppose the letter doesn't specify the attention?...
Christopher Columbus!... Great Scott!... Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!...
To think of two millionaires' daughters all at once in this benighted,
thirsty land!... It fairly catches me in the breath," and he sat down
again suddenly as if the news was too much for him.

"By gad, Moore!... do you hear that?... a bloated millionaire and two
millionairesses are about to descend upon us from the skies. Talk of
manna and blessings coming down from heaven!... Give me
millionairesses!..."

The Irishman looked up with a knowing smile. "Shure!" said he, "give
me whisky...."

"Begorra, Pat!" laughed The Kid. "If you got the heiress you could
swim in whisky." Then he looked again at Major Carew and observed the
suggestion of a frown still on his face while he stood with the letter
in his hand.

"Heiresses are seemingly not much in your line, sir?" he suggested
humorously. "You ... well, you don't quite look overjoyed!..."

Carew in his quiet way had grown fond of the gay young trooper, and he
showed no offence at the attitude of familiarity.

"We shall have to consider a good camping-place for them, and probably
give up two huts to the ladies. I gather they may be here in two or
three days. Is the