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The next day they came to the end of the trail that Muata had followed with the river-man; but the scent was still on the ground, and for a mile or so the jackal led the way, slinking along like a shadow with his nose down and his bushy tail drooping. Then he stopped, and, after a look up into the face of his master, stretched himself out, as much as to say his part was over.
So they forebore to slay Muata, but they carried him down the father of waters to where there was a still greater canoe with wings. They put a gag into his mouth to still his voice, but in the night the jackal bit through the rope, and Muata was alone on the waters. "Then the jackal cried suddenly, and Muata was borne out of the water, and he was fed.
Tomorrow we will return, and if the great one is then of the same mind, we will start." "Good. In the mean time we will find a place where we can leave the boat, with such things as we do not need." Muata glanced at the old Arab, then said softly, "When you have found your hiding-place, see that ye three only know of it." He nodded his head. "I would trust no man with the secret.
Muata let fall his head again, with his chin on his naked breast; and the carriers ranged up for the last load. A shout from the bank made them hurry. Several people who had gone to see about their fires rushed, yelling, across the square to the bank. "It was as I said," shouted the old black hunter. "See where he creeps down-stream on the bull." "Wow! he has hidden the canoe in leaves.
The men will be here at nightfall, and the fire will be lit to guide you." "It is good," said Muata. "We will wait." The man stood for some time watching, then went into the bush, and the crew of the Okapi, to divert suspicion, got out fishing-lines and fished; but all the time Mr. Hume, lying under the awning, watched the distant island, which shielded an unknown number of their watchful foes.
"There is only one good plan, Muata, but you have yourself opposed it." "What is the plan, my father?" "We should get to the Garden of Rest in advance of the enemy, and be ready to beat them off. That would be the best way, but you have said you would not lead us to your secret hiding." "It is the plan," said Muata.
See, this footprint here is faint very faint, eh? He did not rest his weight on his left fore-foot. Why, eh?" "Because the bullet struck the left front leg," they both said. "They learn the signs, Muata. They will be hunters yet. Tell them if the lion be hard hit, chief." Muata waded into the river, which reached to his armpits at the deepest, and bent over something on the further shore.
Hume went aside with Muata to dissuade him from his purpose, but the chief was determined, having in his mind a plan to destroy Hassan's canoes, as he had learnt from his spies that the Arab was arranging for another attack.
They made up in parcels as much of the stores as they could carry, and the woman strode off first, erect and graceful, with the largest parcel on her head. Venning followed, carrying only his carbine, blanket, and bandolier; then Muata, with sixty pounds' weight on his head, then Compton, and, last of all, Mr. Hume, with an ample load.
"Speak," said Muata, who had caught the hunter's eye when he acknowledged himself to be the chief's white man. "Thus says the medicine," said the hunter, in his deep tones. "There are wolves on the way to eat up the people of this place." "Eh hum!" sneered the older men. "We know." "We are ready for them," shouted the young warriors.
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