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"Do you wish to come to them?" asked Tambudza in way of reply. Tarzan nodded. "I cannot tell you where they lie so that you could come to the place yourself, but I could lead you to them, bwana." In their interest in the conversation neither of the speakers had noticed the little figure which crept into the darkness of the hut behind them, nor did they see it when it slunk noiselessly out again.
Then he motioned to his head-man to take his horse and commence the return journey to the farm. Meriem slowly mounted the tired Arab that had brought her from the village of The Sheik. A litter was rigged for the now feverish Baynes, and the little cavalcade was soon slowly winding off along the river trail. Bwana stood watching them until they were out of sight.
You Simba, and you Mali-ya-bwana, must go with six of the best men to where Bwana Nyele is marching. These two strange shenzis will guide you. Then when you are near the safari of Bwana Nyele you must arrange so that these shenzis can have no talk with any of the safari of Bwana Nyele. That is understood?" "Yes, bwana," said Simba. "Do we kill these shenzis?" "No, do not kill them. Tie them fast."
"The Big Bwana?" almost screamed The Sheik, and then followed a stream of profane, Arabic invective against the white man whom all the transgressors of the jungle feared and hated. "You would go back to the Big Bwana, would you? So that is where you have been since you ran away from me, is it? And who comes now across the river after you the Big Bwana?"
"No, you must not let them go free," said Ekponyong. "If I want to let them go free, I can," said Chief Edem. "I am chief, don't forget that." "Show that you are a great and wise chief," said Mary. "Let them all go free." Chief Edem thought a while. Then he spoke. "If Bwana Ovens will make a fine box for my son then I will let all go free but Mojo, Otinga, and Obwe," said Chief Edem.
He could turn back; he must turn back; and as a corollary the Leopard Woman must turn back with him! He remembered Cazi Moto squatting, undoubtedly horrified to the core. "Cazi Moto, are you there?" "Yes, bwana." "Where has the memsahib gone?" "Into her tent, bwana." "Listen well to me. She has destroyed the medicine. Now we must go back to where Bwana Marefu can come to fix my eyes.
Perhaps your men are no longer tired: perhaps you will get the shenzis. That is not my affair. You understand?" The answer came in an eager chorus. He ran his eye over them again. "You," he indicated, "stand forward. Of what tribe are you?" "Monumwezi, bwana." "Your name?" The man uttered a mouthful of gutturals. "Again." He repeated. "That is not a good name for me. From now on you are Jack."
His smooth face had deceived her; but now with the growing beard and the similarity of conditions recognition came swift and sure. But today there would be no Bwana to save her.
Mali-ya- bwana was left sufficiently armed by Winkleman's weapon and the sixteen cartridges captured on his person. By the water-hole Simba found the safari encamped. At sight of his khaki- clad figure several men ran to meet him. Their countenances were of a cast unfamiliar to Simba. He looked at them calmly. "Does some one speak Swahili?" he inquired. "N'dio!" they assented in chorus.
"Memba Sasa says you are half gunbearer. He was wrong. You are all porter; and you know no more than they do. It is in our mind to put you back to carrying a load. If you do not wish to taste the kiboko, you can take a load to-morrow." "The kiboko, bwana," pleaded Fundi, very abashed and humble. "Furthermore," we added crushingly, "you did not even hit the rhinoceros!"
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