want to rise and start upon their further journey. Stas, when he observed this, was seized by a great pity for them.
Kali returned before daybreak and at once placed before Stas two bags torn to pieces, in which there was not a drop of water.
"Great Master," he said, "madi apana!"
Stas rubbed his perspiring forehead with his hand; after which he said:
"And M'Kunje and M'Pua?"
"M'Kunje and M'Pua are dead," Kali replied.
"Did you order them to be killed?"
"A lion or 'wobo' killed them."
And he began to relate what happened. The bodies of the two murderers were found quite far from the camp at the place where they met death. Both lay close to each other, both had skulls crushed from behind, lacerated shoulders, and gnawed spines. Kali assumed that when the "wobo" or lion appeared before them in the moonlight they fell on their faces before it and began to entreat it that it should spare their lives. But the terrible beast killed both, and afterwards, having appeased its hunger, scented water and tore the bags to pieces.
"God punished them," Stas said, "and the Wahimas should be convinced that the wicked Mzimu is incapable of rescuing any one."
And Kali added:
"God punished them, but we have no water."
"Far ahead of us in the east I saw mountains. There must be water there."
"Kali sees them also, but it is many, many days to them."
A moment of silence followed.
"Master," spoke out Kali, "let the 'Good Mzimu'—let the 'bibi' beg the Great Spirit for rain or for a river."
