J 36 SAVE A FUGITIVE. [chap. v. 
AVe soon overtook Ibrahim and liis party, and re¬ 
counted the affair of mutiny. 
The long string of porters now closed together as 
we were approaching a rebel town of Latooka that 
was hostile to both Turks and others. Suddenly one 
of the native porters threw down his load and bolted 
over the open ground towards the village at full speed. 
The fellow bounded along like an antelope, and was 
immediately pursued by half-a-dozen Turks. “ Shoot 
him ! shoot him ! knock him over! ” was shouted from 
the main body; and twenty guns were immediately 
pointed at the fugitive, who distanced his pursuers as 
a horse would outstrip an ox. 
To save the man I gave chase on “Filfil,” putting 
myself in the line between him and the guns, to 
prevent them from firing. After a short course I 
overtook him, but he still continued running, and 
upon my closing with him he threw his spear on the 
ground, but still ran. Not being able to speak his 
language I made signs that he should hold the mane 
of my horse, and that no one should hurt him. He at 
once clutched with both hands the horse’s mane, and 
pushed himself almost under my knee in his efforts to 
keep close to me for protection. The Turks arrived 
breathless, and the native appeared as terrified as a 
hare at the moment it is seized by the greyhound. 
“ Shoot him ! ” they one and all shouted. “ AYell done, 
‘ ITawaga ’! (Sir) you caught him beautifully! AA 7 e 
never could have caught him without your horse. 
Pull him out! we’ll shoot him as an example to the 
others!” I explained that he was my man, and 
belonged to me as I had caught him, therefore I could 
not allow him to be shot. “ Then we’ll give him 500 
with the coorbatch ! ” they cried. Even this generous 
offer I declined, and I insisted that he should accom¬ 
pany me direct to Ibrahim, into whose hands I should 
myself deliver him. Accordingly, still clutching to my 
horse’s mane, the captive followed and was received 
by the main body on arrival with shouts of derision. 
