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Kongoni was plainly sceptical, and said so 

 until I shut him up with some rather peremptory 

 sarcasm. The bearers, who had to stumble in 

 the dark under heavy burdens, were good- 

 natured and joking. This we appreciated. One 

 can never tell whether or not he is popular with 

 a native until he and the native are caught in 

 a dangerous or disagreeable fix. 



We walked two hours as in a treadmill. Then 

 that invaluable though erratic sixth sense of mine 

 awoke. I stopped short. 



" I believe we've come far enough," I shouted 

 back to C., and fired my rifle. 



We received an almost immediate answer from 

 a short distance to the left. Not over two hun- 

 dred yards in that direction we met our camp 

 men bearing torches, and so were escorted in 

 triumph after a sixteen-hour day. 



