le of Ututa.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

KING KALULU IS A PRISONER--POOR KALULU!--THE MAGIC DOCTOR IS BURNT--
KALULU IS TOLD TO PREPARE FOR DEATH--THE NIGHT FOLLOWING SOLTALI'S
EXECUTION--THE MOUSE ASSISTS THE LIONS--THE END OF TIFUM THE WICKED--IS
THIS MURDER?--NIANI CALLS IT "JUSTICE"--SAFE! AND FREE!--SELIM PLEADS
TO KALULU--SELIM WANTS KALULU TO GO HOME WITH HIM--SIMBA THE GIANT
PLEADS--THE HEAD OF TIFUM THE WICKED--THEY INTEND GOING TO UJIJI.

About three hours before dawn a body of thirty men, under the leadership
of Ferodia, made their appearance in the square outside of their
sleeping quarters, the garish moonlight revealing them visibly clear.
At the same time an equal number issued from the dark, cavernous doors
of the tembe, and, after a whispered consultation with the first party,
proceeded stealthily across the square to where Soltali lived; while
forty men, dividing themselves into two parties, hastened towards the
gates. Ferodia, seeing all at their posts, waited a short time, until
he saw numbers of dark forms glide into the square, and until he was
told that the warriors were pouring in by the two gates; he then
proceeded towards the door of Kalulu's hut, and, after taking a quiet
survey of the sleeping forms of Kalulu, Selim, and Abdullah, beckoned to
Tifum and the warriors behind him, and suddenly sprang in with a
piercing cry of triumph upon the prostrate and unconscious young King,
while Tifum sprang upon Selim, and another warrior upon Abdullah.

Warrior after warrior poured in, and in a short time the three boys
found themselves, while yet not quite recovered from their sleep, hound
and helpless prisoners. In the meantime the war-cry of the Watuta,
sounded first by Ferodia, was caught up by all the warriors in the
square, and was immediately echoed by each new comer, while crowds had
hastened to the hut occupied by Simba and Moto, but only to find these
wary men prepared for a resolute struggle. Neither Simba nor Moto,
however, had had time to load their guns; they could only club them and
crush each skull as it ventured into the darkened hut; but the roof was
too low for Simba to exert the full power of his strong arm, so that,
finally, numbers prevailed, and Simba and Moto found themselves at last
prisoners, bound hand and foot.

In a short time Ferodia found himself master of the village. The plan
had been too well devised, too skilfully carried out, to fail. And each
surprised warrior, wh