TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
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While I was examining the skull and wet skin of 
the lion as Clarence pegged it out, our cook volun- 
teered the information that the butler had gone again 
on a still better camel, with the same driver, but minus 
a rifle. I had thought he would settle down to a 
dreary acceptance of the position. It really was un- 
comfortable to harbour two such unwilling people in 
our otherwise contented caravan, so we decided they 
were better gone even at the cost of a camel, and this 
time we wasted no energy on trying to retrieve them. 
Whether they ever made safety again we never could 
find out. Their movements from that hour were 
wrapped in mystery, and the butler, the driver, and 
the camel disappeared for ever from our ken. They 
must have wanted to go very badly. It was not com- 
plimentary, but we put as good a face on the crusher 
as we could. 
