"Well, I don't know," hesitated Blake.

"I tell you, you'll sail with us, else I shall leave her at Port
Mozambique and come back for you."

"Um-m--if you take it that hard! But are you sure you can keep her
satisfied till we put in there?"

"Trust me for that. If she becomes apprehensive, I'll put it that
you'd rather be married in port, by the American consul."

"That's no lie. Say, what's the use of waiting till dark? You said
there's a stewardess aboard. Jenny will sure be below with her until--
until she's ready for the ceremony."

"Quite true, yes. Then it's all settled. At Port Mozambique, your
note; you bunk forward, under cover, till Aden; then home with me for
a visit; neither of us see her beyond Aden until we follow her to the
States."

"Since you insist--yes, it's a go, Jimmy!" agreed Blake. He turned to
hasten away along the gorge, past the baobab. "I'll be back soon. Got
to pull down that flag."

Lord James followed, and saw him ascend to the cliff crest on the
right, up a withered, leafless tree. The trunk had been burned through
at the base in such manner that the top had fallen over against the
edge of the rocky wall. A pile of stones offered an easy means of
reaching the lower branches. The earl climbed up into the top, and
watched his friend run forward over the broken ledges of the ridge.