elim to watch these whilst I go
to tell them what our young master has done. Say, Simba, how much money
would the ivory of these three elephants bring at Zanzibar, dost thou
think?"

"I know not. How many frasilah dost thou think there are in the three?"
asked Simba.

"Somewhere about twelve, I should say? Twelve frasilah of ivory at 50
dollars the frasilah (35 pounds) would make how much?" asked Moto.

"I don't know--plenty, I suppose," said Simba; "but Selim knows."

"Twelve fifties will make 600--six hundred dollars," answered Selim.

"Six hundred dollars! What a pity we cannot carry it to Zanzibar!" said
Moto. "I shall be back directly."

Moto bounded away lightly towards the pool, and in a short time in the
middle of the plain beyond he saw the Watuta in a group cutting and
slashing at the dead elephant, with noise and excitement enough to
frighten every elephant for miles around.

When he approached, the Watuta gathered about him, and Kalulu pointed
exultantly at the dead beast into which he had driven the first spear,
and Kalulu then asked what luck they had had.

Moto answered: "Selim has killed two, and I have killed one."

"Selim killed two!" echoed Kalulu, with surprise. "What! little Selim
my brother?"

"The same," answered Moto.

"Eyah, eyah!" murmured the group, while Kalulu seemed lost in
astonishment, and could not utter a word more.

"Selim stands waiting to shew them to his brother, Kalulu," said Moto.

"Oh, I shall come. Why Selim is a hero, a lion, an elephant! Is he
not, Moto?"

"He is a brave young Arab, and the son of an Arab chief," answered Moto.

When the young chief started off, all but a few Watuta, who remained to
extract the tusks, followed him to see the wonderful three dead
elephants.

In the same position in which he had first fallen lay Selim's first
prize, with his tusks half buried in the ground. Kalulu gazed at the
wide wound in his head, put his fist into it until it was buried up to
the wrist, and then turned to Moto with wondering eyes, and said:

"Kalulu has seen dead men in his father's village, pierced to the heart
with the leaden balls which the rifles of Kisesa threw, but what gun is
this that makes such big holes in the elephant's head?"

Then Moto told him that Selim had fired the two barrels of the gun at
once, at such a short distance from the elephant, that the two big
bullets went into the head as one, and that this was the reason there
w