nature of their equipment; marking the lame ones, or the weak ones, or the
ones recently sick. His eye fell on the figure of the strange woman. She
was striding along easily, the hammock deserted, with a free swing of the
hips, an easy, slouch of the relaxed knees that indicated the accustomed
walker. Kingozi smiled.

"'I know all that,'" he repeated. "Now I wonder if you do, or if some idea
of silly pride makes you say so." He was talking aloud, in English. Mali-
ya-bwana stood attentive, waiting for something he could understand.
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.

"That _bibi_ is a great _memsahib_," he told Mali-ya-bwana. "And this
evening we will go to see her. Be you ready to go also."



CHAPTER VI