TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 171 
time, but it was not really long before the un- 
accustomed method of travel began to tell. I had 
never before been for a long excursion on board a 
ship of the desert, certainly I had previously no idea 
of what it could do going “ full steam ahead. 55 It is 
difficult to explain the matter delicately. To put it as 
nicely as possible, I suffered horribly from “ mal-de- 
camel. 55 
We never stopped, we rushed on at top speed. The 
way the camel-men picked up the trail of the runaway 
was very clever, sorting it out from other trails, and 
must, I think, have been born of centuries of following. 
Sometimes the great splayed track lay ahead for all to 
see, but ofttimes it was lost— “to me — in a maze of stones 
and scrub and thick country. We went on until, as 
far as I was concerned, the world was revolving around 
me, the sun a gimlet to bore my brain, the dust a 
dense curtain to my mind. I did not now look ahead. 
Vengeance and the desire for it had left me. Let the 
man go, and the rifle with him. Probably it would 
prove Nemesis enough without my taking on the 
function ! 
Suddenly Clarence shouted, and pointed enthusiasti- 
cally to the horizon. Yes, there was a twirling column 
of dust. The fugitive, of course. We had come up 
with him sooner than I thought. The driver urged 
along our camel until we fairly shot over the ground, 
and presently we could hear the pad, pad, pad of our 
stolen animal, and see plainly the recreant butler, 
apparently in two minds whether to alter his course or 
not. His party swerved suddenly, away to the left, 
