The black was upon the point of hailing the Belgian when something
stayed him. He saw the white man walking confidently across the
clearing toward the village gate. No sane man thus approached
a village in this part of Africa unless he was sure of a friendly
welcome. Mugambi waited. His suspicions were aroused.

He heard Werper halloo; he saw the gates swing open, and he witnessed
the surprised and friendly welcome that was accorded the erstwhile
guest of Lord and Lady Greystoke. A light broke upon the understanding
of Mugambi. This white man had been a traitor and a spy. It was
to him they owed the raid during the absence of the Great Bwana.
To his hate for the Arabs, Mugambi added a still greater hate for
the white spy.

Within the village Werper passed hurriedly toward the silken tent
of Achmet Zek. The Arab arose as his lieutenant entered. His face
showed surprise as he viewed the tattered apparel of the Belgian.

"What has happened?" he asked.

Werper narrated all, save the little matter of the pouch of gems
which were now tightly strapped about his waist, beneath his clothing.
The Arab's eyes narrowed greedily as his henchman described the
treasure that the Waziri had buried beside the ruins of the Greystoke
bungalow.

"It will be a simple matter now to return and get it," said Achmet
Zek. "First we will await the coming of the rash Waziri, and after
we have slain them we may take our time to the treasure--none will