place where we are looking for him? If we had a gun we might signal
him; but by going out in this darkness we would only tire ourselves to
no purpose. If Kalulu has been taken too far away by following an
antelope or something else, the boy has a thousand ways of passing the
night. He could sleep in a tree-bough, in a hollow tree, or in the
burrow of a wild boar, just as well as he could sleep in the camp. I am
no hunter like Kalulu, yet I could do it, for I have been lost many
times in the woods. What we must do, is to sleep in the camp to-night,
and the first thing at daybreak we two shall go different roads, and
wake all the country round with our cries."

"Thou art wiser than I am, Moto, yet it is very hard. If any harm comes
to him, I shall always accuse myself for a poor silly fellow who did not
know how to take care of a boy. I am sorry I did not stop him, for
something tells me harm has come to him. I would I knew where he was.
I would soon see whether a good friend at his back could help him or
not. We shall rest here until daybreak, and may Allah grant that we
find him!"

"Amen, and amen," responded the Arab boys fervently.

At break of day Simba woke his friends. He had not slept a wink, though
he had lain down. With a heart that had palpitated violently at every
sound, he had lain listening acutely to every noise that broke the
silence. It might have been a light-footed antelope, or the rustling of
a fan palm, or the fall of a branch, or the shuffling feet of a hyaena,
yet each of these, as he heard it, had inspired a momentary hope that it
was the footstep of the returning Kalulu.

Simba was impatient to be off and to use his strong lungs; and when the
sun was up, he was brusque in speech to Moto, when he said:

"Come, man, art thou never going to stir? Let us be off. Which way
wilt thou take, south or north?"

"Oh, any road will do for me; do thou take the south, I will walk
towards the north, and let each of us strike towards the east. We must
be back by noon, for if Kalulu is not here by then, and neither of us
have found him, then he is--"

"What, Moto?" said Selim, now really alarmed. "Oh, do not say he is
lost! We must find him. We cannot give him up. I will go along the
Unyanyembe road as far as I can, and return here by noon."

"Young master," said Simba, "don't go away from this camp, I beg of
thee. To lose Kalulu is as much as I can bear; but if thou art lost
too, the