Help the archive! Please tell us if any story tags are missing or incorrect. Go to the contents page for this series. I hope everyone enjoys this. A few other points; other than Nairobi, I paid no attention to the real geography of Africa. I made up rivers, mountains and such as I needed them for the plot. This expedition was going to be quite a bother.
How did he get into these things? By now he should have learned how difficult and stupid English aristocrats could be. When Sir George Attwood had contacted him, Quartermain had only agreed to see the man because he offered to pay well for his services in locating a great treasure. He was a widower and left idle for too long, he tended to brood.
Sir George had not impressed Quartermain at all. The man was a portly, arrogant, ignorant ass. But then the overbred Englishman had surprised him by producing a map that he had obtained from a native. Right then he knew that he was going to have to lead this expedition. If there really was a Waterfall of Diamonds, he wanted to be the one to find it. Sir George paid him a substantial retainer and he went about getting a safari team together.
He hired a native named Jorro and six pack boys to carry things. He got all the necessary supplies and equipment and reported back to his employer. Sir George was staying at the best hotel in Nairobi and Quartermain met him in the restaurant.
The pale, fat man stood up and waved Quartermain over to his table. Much to his dismay, when he got there Quartermain saw a boy of about twelve sitting at the table. Looking from man to boy, it was clear that they were father and son. The boy, however, was much better looking. First of all, he was thin, not fat. The pale skin on him made him look cute rather than the unhealthy look if gave his father.
