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IN AFRICA 
hiding-place, they had cast it away in the bushes. 
Then they had fled into the depths of the forest 
and, huddled together in silent fear, waited in the 
hope that the Kara Mojas would leave. Finally 
they heard Kavirondo’s shouts and then after hours 
of indecision they decided to come in. 
That is the end of the story. The Wanderobo, 
grateful to us, led us by secret trails out of the 
wilderness, or as far as he dared to go. He led us 
to the edge of the enemy’s country and then re¬ 
turned to his forest home. 
In a couple of days of hard marching, one of 
which was through soaking torrents of rain, without 
food for ten hours, we reached the Nzoia River. 
Our mountain troubles were over. 
