How they decided to run the Risk.
“Well, Joses,” said Dr Lascelles, “if you feel afraid, you had better go back to the city.”
There was a dead silence here, and the little party grouped about between a small umbrella-shaped tent and the dying embers of the fire, at which a meal of savoury antelope steaks had lately been cooked, carefully avoided glancing one at the other.
Just inside the entrance of the tent, a pretty,...
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