"_Ikona_" (that is: "I don't know"), "_Inkoosi_" (i.e. "Chief"), said
some Kafir in a stupid drawl.

Thereon a voice that instantly struck me as familiar, answered:

"We want to know where the great hunter lives."

"_Ikona_," said the Kafir.

"Can't you remember his native name?" asked another voice which was also
familiar to me, for I never forget voices though I am unable to place
them at once.

"The great hunter, Here-come-a-zany," said the first voice triumphantly,
and instantly there flashed back upon my mind a vision of the splendid
drawing-room at Ragnall Castle and of an imposing majordomo introducing
into it two white-robed, Arab-looking men.

"Mr. Savage, by the Heavens!" I muttered. "What in the name of goodness
is he doing here?"

"There," said the second voice, "your black friend has bolted, and no
wonder, for who can be called by such a name? If you had done what I
told you, Savage, and hired a white guide, it would have saved us a lot
of trouble. Why will you always think that you know better than anyone
else?"

"Seemed an unnecessary expense, my lord, considering we are travelling
incog., my lord."