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ing farther and farther toward the interior trying to find 

 a spot unguarded. He had lost his men, but hoped to 

 come up with them beyond the ford at Mara. He had 

 stopped at the sultan 's so long because he was afraid I 

 might be a German official. 



He was very furtive and uneasy, a young Boer with 

 narrow, topaz-coloured eyes. Asked me if I was pros- 

 pecting. 



''No; shooting." 



"You can't have much to do," said he contempt- 

 uously. 



"Nothing much, except helping fellows like you 

 along." 



This cooked him. He departed in five minutes or so, 

 going hard, followed by his ugly shenzi with the bike 

 across his shoulders. He told me he would go to South 

 Africa, remain there a while, change his name, and 

 come back for the ivory. 



"I buried it," he said, "and I don't care; I've made 

 my money!" 



As three elephants could hardly afford a very large 

 fortune, and as his expenses would be heavy, this 

 sounded like bravado. 



Heavy rain at six. Back and legs still bad, and 

 especially uncomfortable at night. There are many 

 hyenas here. They howl around the sheep bomas, and 

 each cry is instantly answered by a regular chorus of 

 bleating. Morning, 68; noon, 90; night, 75. 



