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Updated: May 17, 2025
"I hear men marching," said Kingozi. Cazi Moto stopped. "It is the safari of Bibi-ya-chui." Already Kingozi's nickname for her had been adopted. Cazi Moto disappeared, and a moment later was heard outside pouring water into the canvas basin. Instead of arising immediately, as was his ordinary custom, Kingozi lay still. The Leopard Woman was already travelling! What could that mean?
It was one of the common porters a tall, too slender savage, with armlets of polished iron, long, ropy hair a typical shenzi. His load was missing: evidently one of the askaris had taken it up. Kingozi's safari filed by, each man gazing in turn without expression at the huddled heap. Only Maulo, the camp jester, hurled a facetious comment at the corpse.
As a matter of fact, Kingozi knew that he had done everything possible. If Simba & Co. succeeded, then there was no immediate hurry; if they failed, hurry would be useless. Bibi-ya-chui noticed the absence of two such prominent members of the safari as Simba and Mali-ya-bwana, of course, but readily accepted Kingozi's explanation that he had sent them "as messengers."
She had no doubt that now they were virtually prisoners, that they were being conducted in this impressive manner to a chieftain already won over by Winkleman. The latter had had more than the time necessary to carry out his purpose. Kingozi's persistence was maddeningly futile; but it was part of the man, and she could not but acquiesce.
Kingozi's eye fell on the dead rhinoceros. "There is good meat; tell the men they can come out to get what they wish of it. There will be lions here to-night." "Yes, bwana." "If she 'knew all that," observed Kingozi, "she knew more than I did. Small chance. Still, if she has information or guides, she may know the next water. But how? Why?" He shifted his rifle to the crook of his arm.
"It is this: I would have the magic bone for my own. For it is a very great magic," he added wistfully. Kingozi choked back an impulse to shout aloud. "It is yours," he said gravely. "Oh, bwana! bwana!" choked Simba. "Assanti! assanti sana!" His sob was echoed at Kingozi's elbow. "Oh," cried the Leopard Woman, "I know I should be sorry that this has come this way! But I'm not; I am glad!"
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