XXVI. 

 THE FRINGE-EARED ORYX. 



AT ten o'clock the following morning we 

 started. On the high front seat, under an 

 awning, sat the German, F., and I. The body of 

 the truck was filled with safari loads, Memba Sasa, 

 Simba Mohammed, and F.'s boy, whose name I 

 have forgotten. The arrangement on the front 

 seat was due to a strike on the part of F. 



" Look here," said he to me, " you've got to 

 sit next that rotter. We want him to bring us 

 back some water from the other side, and I'd 

 break his neck in ten minutes. You sit next him 

 and give him your motor car patter." 



Therefore I took the middle seat and played 

 chorus. The road was not a bad one, as natural 

 mountain roads go ; I have myself driven worse 

 in California. Our man, however, liked to ex- 

 aggerate all the difficulties, and while doing it to 



