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dogs was bravely swimming after us. He wasn’t 
built for swimming, but he was making a gallant 
effort. We stopped and picked him up, a drippy 
but grateful little creature. Then we had to row 
back to get the other one. By much strategy we 
succeeded in getting on board the Umzumbi with¬ 
out taking them with us, but as we were not sailing 
until the afternoon we stayed on board only long 
enough to see that our state-room arrangements 
were satisfactory and to meet the chief steward. 
On our way back through the town the dogs got 
lost from us, but when we reached the room at the 
hotel they were comfortably installed in the square 
of sunshine that streamed through the window. 
They refused to break home ties. Several more 
times that day we executed elaborate manoeuvers to 
lose them without the painful formality of saying 
good-by. But all in vain. We tried to give them 
away and finally succeeded in persuading one 
woman from up Uganda way that they would be 
useful to her. 
She was considering the matter when we, feeling 
like heartless criminals, stole away from the room, 
leaving it locked, and leaving two trustful and 
trusting little dogs incarcerated within. We told 
the proprietor of our dastardly conduct, but cau¬ 
tioned him not to liberate the captives until the 
steamer was hull down on the horizon. So by this 
time I suppose there are two little white dogs 
searching Mombasa for two missing Americans and 
wondering at the duplicity of human nature. 
