42 
IN AFRICA 
through snaky creepers. The afternoon sun slowly 
sank toward the western horizon and— 
The locomotive at this point of the story 
screeched loudly. The wheels grated on the track 
and my official friend leaped off the cow-catcher. 
“Here!” I shouted, “what’s the finish of that 
story?” 
“I’ll tell you the rest the next time I see you,” 
he sang out, and so I don’t know just how the story 
ended. 
