e of trays of Lewis gun ammunition, Mr.
Wilmshurst. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to distinguish
between British and German native troops from any height. By the bye,
did you find a mahogany box in the fuselage? Good! it contains
undeveloped photograph plates. One we took of your position. I'll
send along a print when we get back to our base. It will interest you."

The Waffs were to remain in camp for three days, pending the arrival of
the convoy. Even had the latter not been expected the Haussas were
temporarily rendered immobile by the presence of the crippled seaplane
and her crew, and also by the number of prisoners. The captive Askaris
were subjected to a strict examination, with the result that it was
discovered that Robert MacGregor was really a German, and a person of
some official capacity, since he was on friendly terms with the Hun
commandant, while an Askari sergeant gave the traitor's name with great
distinctness, Ulrich von Gobendorff, adding that the German used to
have charge of a fortified post at Twashi in the Narewenda Hills.

"That's not so very many miles from the Rhodesian border," thought
Wilmshurst, as he made a note of the name in his pocket-book. "I
wonder if we are ever likely to operate in that district?"

Other information given by the prisoners fixed the position of a German
entrenched post held by three native regiments and a handful of whites,
at M'ganga, under the command of von Lindenfelt.

"M'ganga? I thought this was M'ganga," exclaimed the puzzled adjutant,
referring to a map. "Ask the prisoner how far he marched and in what
direction before he was captured?"

The man having replied, Captain Manners was able to locate the spot.
On the German-inspired maps it was shown as a place, whereas, according
to the Askari's description M'ganga was a fairly extensive table-land,
precipitous on three sides, while on the fourth the ground descended in
a series of slight terraces to a broad but shallow river, fordable at a
dozen places, within a distance of a couple of miles.

"If only the beggars will stand," exclaimed Colonel Quarrier, "the
place will be well worth going for. With our small force a turning
movement seems rather a tall order. Of course, if we can get in touch
with the Pathan regiments at Kilmoro--and there's a detachment of
Rhodesian Light Horse, too, I believe."

"Yes, sir," agreed the senior major. "If we can co-operate--cannot we
send a runner, s