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mals. So we could not question him as to Colonel 
Roosevelt’s camp. Later in the afternoon a native 
runner appeared from the direction of Sergoi with 
a message to the colonel, but he didn’t know where 
the camp was and didn’t seem to be in any great 
hurry to find out. He calmly made himself the 
guest of one of our porters and spent the night in 
our camp, doing much more sitting than running. 
On the morning of the fourteenth we marched 
toward the river, two hours away, the native run¬ 
ner slowly ambling along with us. We had been 
on the trail about an hour and a half when a shot 
was heard off to our left. At first we thought it 
was our Spanish friends, but a few moments later 
we came to a point where we could see, about a mile 
away, a long string of porters winding along in 
the direction from which we came. It was plainly 
a much larger safari than the Spanish one, and we 
at once concluded that it was Colonel Roosevelt’s. 
Three or four men on horses were visible, but 
could not be recognized with our glasses. The 
number corresponded to the colonel’s party, how¬ 
ever, which we knew to consist of himself and Ker- 
mit, Edmund Heller and Leslie Tarlton. A mes¬ 
senger was sent across the hills to establish their 
identity and we marched on to the river, a half- 
hour farther, where we found the smoldering fires 
of their camp. 
A transport wagon of supplies for the Duke of 
Penaranda’s safari was also there, and from the 
drivers it was definitely learned that the late occu- 
