THE LAND OF FOOTPRINTS 



When he came to a stumbling halt we were not over 

 a hundred yards from him, and McMillan easily 

 brought him down. We had chased him four or 

 five miles, and McMillan had fired nineteen shots, of 

 which two had hit. The rifle practice throughout 

 had been remarkably good, and a treat to watch. 

 Personally, besides the fun of attending the show, 

 I got a mighty good afternoon's exercise. 



We loaded the game aboard and jogged slowly back 

 to the house, for the mules were pretty tired. We 

 found a neighbour, Mr. Heatley of Kamiti Ranch 

 who had "dropped down" twelve miles to see us. 



On account of a theft McMillan now had all the 

 Somalis assembled for interrogation on the side 

 verandas. The interrogation did not amount to 

 much; but while it was going on the Sudanese head- 

 man and his askaris were quietly searching the boys* 

 quarters. After a time they appeared. The sus- 

 pected men had concealed nothing: but the searchers 

 brought with them three of McMillan's shirts which 

 they had found among the effects of another, and 

 entirely unsuspected, boy named Abadie. 



"How is this, Abadie?" demanded McMillan 

 sternly. 



Abadie hesitated. Then he evidently reflected 

 that there is slight use in having a deity unless one 

 makes use of him. 



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