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Both Compton and Venning, as soon as there was light enough, took a careful look around for the crocodile; but though that wily brute was probably near, he did not show himself. They could, however, see the track made by the hippo when he had broken through into the water, and Mr. Hume, stepping ashore, went up this track to spy around.
But it was not Venning who entered, but the chiefs mother. She looked tired, and her short skirt was stained with mud and moss. "Halloa, it's you, is it?" She squatted before the fire with her eyes on the book. "Ye will make medicine now, son of the wise man. Ye will teach our men how to build swift boats, and how to make the 'fire that kills." "You are wet; you have been in the water."
Venning started violently, for just then from the river there came a harsh, growling call; and no sooner had it ceased than the ground shook to a terrific roar. "The lion answers the lioness," said the chief, calmly. "Throw a little wood on the fire, Muata. Now, my lad."
"We will proceed in our own boat, which we would put together." "Ah, you have a little boat?" "A very small boat, m'sieur, with barely room for four men. We should be honoured to have your opinion on its qualities, and also upon our stores and their suitability." Venning looked at Mr. Hume with puzzled eyes. He could not understand his callous abandonment of Muata. "But," he began, "we cannot "
Their conversation became private, owing to Mrs. Paley's deafness and the long sad history which Mrs. Elliot had embarked upon of a wire-haired terrier, white with just one black spot, belonging to an uncle of hers, which had committed suicide. "Animals do commit suicide," she sighed, as if she asserted a painful fact. "Couldn't we explore the town this evening?" Mr. Venning suggested.
There was another declaring that the vice- chief must have at least two wives." "But you have not one wife." "That is easily remedied," said the Hunter, with a groan. "What do you mean, sir?" "See that?" and Mr. Hume pointed at a spot in the valley where many women were at work. "They are building a hut," said Venning. "My hut!" Mr.
"Forced his paw through," said Compton, shuddering, "but the jackal bit him." The jackal's tail thumped the ground, then they felt it stiffen, and were again on the alert. Venning ran his fingers lightly along the jackal's back till he reached the nose, which was pointing straight up. Without a moment's delay he raised his rifle and fired.
"But," said Compton, "I saw the crocodile. It came straight for the boat. Venning saw it too." "It was over there," said Venning, peering into the dark. "Then the fish must have jumped aboard to escape the crocodile. Anyway, we can have fish-steak for breakfast," and Mr. Hume quieted the fish with a blow on the head. "I made sure it was the crocodile," said Compton, in an aggrieved tone.
"It was the move with your Queen that gave it away, Pepper," exclaimed Mr. Elliot triumphantly, sweeping the pieces together and standing up. He had won the game. "What? Pepper beaten at last? I congratulate you!" said Arthur Venning, who was wheeling old Mrs. Paley to bed. All these voices sounded gratefully in St.
Inside the cry was answered by the howl of a jackal. "It's our jackal," shouted Venning. "Where what?" "Here;" and Venning laughed hysterically. "Poor old chap!" then, "Good old jacky!" "Nonsense!" said Compton; but his band groped out in the dark, and when he felt the rough tongue, he joined in the laugh. They were as pleased as if Mr. Hums or Muata had returned. "Did the brute really hook you?"
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