52 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 



the doctor myself as best I could, stitching one and 

 bandaging another and generally doing what was 

 possible. There was one man, however, who 

 groaned loudly and held a cloth over his face as 

 if he were dying. On lifting this covering, I found 

 him to be a certain mason called Karim Bux, who 

 was well known to me as a prime mischief-maker 

 among the men. I examined him carefully, but as 

 I could discover nothing amiss, I concluded that he 

 must have received some internal injury, and accord- 

 ingly told him that I would send him to the hospital 

 at Voi (about thirty miles down the line) to be 

 attended to properly. He was then carried back to 

 his camp, groaning grievously all the time. 



Scarcely had he been removed, when the head 

 jemadar came and informed me that the man was 

 not hurt at all, and that as a matter of fact he was 

 the sole cause of the disturbance. He was now 

 pretending to be badly injured, in order to escape the 

 punishment which he knew he would receive if I 

 discovered that he was the instigator of the trouble. 

 On hearing this, I gave instructions that he was not 

 to go to Voi in the special train with the others ; but 

 I had not heard the last of him yet. About eleven 

 o'clock that night I was called up and asked to go 

 down to the masons' camp to see a man who was 

 supposed to be dying. I at once pulled on my boots, 

 got some brandy and ran down to the camp, where 



