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hiding-place, they had cast it away in the bushes. 

 Then they had fled into the depths of the forest 

 and, huddled together in silent fear, waited in the 

 hope that the Kara Mojas would leave. Finally 

 they heard Kavirondo's shouts and then after hours 

 of indecision they decided to come in. 



That is the end of the story. The Wanderobo, 

 grateful to us, led us by secret trails out of the 

 wilderness, or as far as he dared to ,go. He led us 

 to the edge of the enemy's country and then re- 

 turned to his forest home. 



In a couple of days of hard marching, one of 

 which was through soaking torrents of rain, without 

 food for ten hours, we reached the Nzoia River. 

 Our mountain troubles were over. 



