WINGED DEATH 191 



We called at the farm of Sir Graham Moon to pick up 

 a Hon cub which we hoped to use in a few scenes; 

 then left Thompson's Falls early one morning, expect- 

 ing to reach Kapsabet the following night. Did we? 

 We did not I If I were to tell of all our minor misfor- 

 tunes this would be a chronicle of grief rather than 

 of adventure. Just as we were approaching Eldama 

 Ravine, the truck Ted was driving burned out the 

 clutch, making it impossible to pull his full load over 

 level ground in low gear. With all the boys pushing, 

 I managed to get him on top of the hill that overhangs 

 the Ravine. With him safely perched up there, I 

 started to follow only to discover that another rear 

 spring had gone galley west I 



By making several trips with the burned-clutch truck, 

 we managed to get all our kit to the collection of ram- 

 bhng buildings, which Bwana Chai referred to as 

 his hotel. The natives always name an individual 

 from some outstanding habit or characteristic, so this 

 ancient mariner had been christened "Bwana Chai'* 

 because of his fondness for tea and other drinks. Ted 

 and I removed the broken spring and, emptying the 

 other truck, started for Eldoret, the closest place 

 where I could be sure of obtaining repair parts. 

 We succeeded in travehng about twenty miles be- 

 fore dark, then had to give up, for the truck re- 

 fused to move another inch. The fact is, it hadn't 

 moved much during that twenty miles, except from 

 the motive power supplied by our pushing it. We 

 shoved off to one side of the road and, while Juma 

 was making tea and Ted searching for the can opener, 

 a car came along going in our direction. The planter 

 kindly offered us transportation to Eldoret, where at 



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