"Answer thou, young chief," replied Simba and Moto, together.

"I? Well, let it be so," he answered. "I mean to return towards the
east, through the forest, and then turn up north and west, and seek out
every man left of my tribe, and make war against Ferodia. Make war on
the traitorous thief, until every man that lifted spear in his cause
shall be even as this carrion is," (pointing to the chilled head of
Tifum). "War, until all my enemies shall fall, and be utterly destroyed
as the dry grass of the summer is destroyed by a fire. That is what I
intend beginning to do at sunrise to-morrow;" and as the young chief
said the last few words he sprang to his feet, and dashed his spear deep
into the now unoffending head of Tifum the Wicked, and his whole body
quivered with the fury that animated him.

While he was thus imagining that he had already his enemies low at his
feet, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder, and as he turned his head
around he saw the gentle, winning face of Selim turned up to him with
pleading eyes, and heard him say:

"Kalulu, thou art still the King of the Watuta to us; sit down quiet by
my side, like, my brother Abdullah and little Niani here, and listen to
what thy brother Selim has to say."

The friendship he entertained for Selim came to the aid of the Arab boy,
and this, together with the kindly tones and sympathising eyes turned
towards him, completely subdued him, and he sat down, and for the first
time, to our knowledge, Kalulu wept. Selim's tender heart could not
bear the proud young chief's tears, and he also wept out of sheer
sympathy.

"Kalulu," said Selim, when he had conquered this feeling, and could
command firmness of voice, "when I was dying of hunger in the forest
thou didst come to my aid, and, pitying me, a friendship grew in thy
heart towards me, and when I opened mine eyes, and saw thy large black
eyes rest on me with so much pity, so much love in them for me, who
until then was as one doomed to die a lingering death, was as an outcast
from Nature, I learned to love thee as my brother. The blood ceremony
was made, and I gladly became a brother to thee. When I was in the
village, and I felt Tifum's heavy hand on me, with the cruel order of
Ferodia ringing in my ears, thou didst again come like a good angel to
my aid; and in my heart I blessed God and thee. When Abdullah struggled
in the dark waters, and the greedy crocodile snapped him by the leg, and
drew him down