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Updated: June 14, 2025
And after twenty minutes, or even the full half hour allotted to the rest period, Cazi Moto came in driving before him seven men. The wizened little headman was as cheerful and lively and vigorous as ever. He, too, grinned, but his eyes held a faint anxiety, and he had shifted his closed umbrella to his left hand and held the kiboko in his right.
The wizened little headman with the umbrella and the kiboko, who answered to the name of Cazi Moto, stepped forward and took charge of the indicated delicacy. Soon all was ready for a resumption of the march. Nothing was left of the wildebeeste save the head and the veriest offal. The stomach and intestines, even, had been emptied of their contents and packed away in the hide.
"Hot water ready, bwana," said he; and for the first time Kingozi noticed that he carried a towel over his arm. "This is good, very good, Cazi Moto!" said he. "Backsheeshi m'kubwa for this; both for you and for Simba." "Thank you, bwana," said Gaza Moto. "Simba brought the water, and it saved us; and I thought that my bwana should not sleep on grass a second time before these shenzis."
The men stretched and began to rise to their feet slowly. The short rest had stiffened them and brought home the weariness to their bones. They grumbled and muttered, and only the omnipresence of Cazi Moto and the threat of his restless whip roused them to activity. Down the stream they limped sullenly. Kingozi stood waiting near the edge of the bank. The thicket here was very dense.
"Pilocarpin, of course!" What luck! He fervently blessed the shortage of phenacetin that had forced him to take pilocarpin as a sweating substitute for fever. "Cazi Moto!" he called. Then, as the headman hurried up: "Get me the box of medicines, quick!" He waited until he heard the little man reenter the tent. "Place it here," he commanded. "Now go." He groped for the case, opened it
Then he spoke to Cazi Moto in a vibrating voice. "Bring me the chest of medicines. Now," he went on to Winkleman, when this command had been executed, "kindly read to me the labels on all these bottles; begin at the left. All, please." He listened attentively while Winkleman obeyed. The pilocarpin was present; the atropin was gone. "You have not deceived me?" he cried sharply.
His recollections of the classroom were now distinct. He knew that the pilocarpin would restore his vision within a few hours; and while the alleviation would be temporary, it might last some months, or until he could get the proper surgical aid. Therefore it would be as well not to let the men know anything was even temporarily the matter. "Take my chair," he ordered Cazi Moto.
I was wondering! So he has captured you, too, has he!" With a simple and unembarrassed gesture she laid her arm across Kingozi's shoulders. "But yes," she repeated softly. "He has captured me, too." At the tiny fire burning before the tent reserved for the headmen of the camp sat Simba, Cazi Moto, and Mali-ya-bwana. The bone of the saurian lay before Simba, who was bragging.
But a dead, astonished silence fell upon them all. They stared at him gaping. "What is it?" repeated Kingozi impatiently. "But bwana!" cried Cazi Moto. "You see!" "That is a magic," replied Kingozi curtly. "Now what is all this kalele about?" "Bwana, these people say that messengers have come in telling of many white men and askaris marching in this direction." "From where?
He could hear Cazi Moto moving about, arranging clothes and equipment. When by the sounds Kingozi knew that the task was finished and Cazi Moto about to depart, he spoke. "We shall not make safari to-day," he said. Cazi Moto stopped. "Bwana?" "We shall not make safari to-day." Cazi Moto's mind adjusted itself to this new decision.
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