rom bondage, who was our friend and brother, who has been
everything to us, the kindest, best, the noblest Pagan child that ever
breathed?"

"He who saved me from death in the forest, who made me his brother, and
stood by me through many troubles--who on my account threatened Ferodia,
and from that lost his kingdom--with whom I have roamed through plain
and forest, and have talked so often with as a brother--the dearest and
best brother I can ever have!" cried Selim.

"Stay, young masters, do not give way to such tears. Kalulu may not be
lost. He may return to the camp this afternoon. I am going out now to
look for him again, and to see if I cannot get something for us to eat,"
cried Moto. "Meantime, hope; stranger things than his return have
happened."

The boys and Simba looked their gratitude, as, next to Kalulu, they knew
that Moto was the best woodsman of the party. Moto strode off in the
direction of the Unyanyembe road.

At night he returned, bringing on his back a fat young antelope, and
news which made all start.

Said he, while he and Simba turned to prepare some of the meat: "I went
along the same road that master Selim went this morning. I crossed a
`mbuga' (small plain), and came to a thick forest. Soon after entering
the wood I saw on the left-hand side of the road a yellow heap of earth
which a wild boar had made above his burrow. I went up to it, and what
do ye think I saw?--the marks of two feet of a boy. They were small and
narrow, not broad and large, like a man's foot--Simba's or mine--would
be. They must have been Kalulu's. He had jumped on that yellow mound,
for the toes had sunk deeper in than the heels. I went on, where the
leaves had been disturbed, but all marks were soon lost. However, I
went further on in that direction, and in about half an hour I came to a
camp, not fenced round, but where fires had been kindled. The ashes
below the surface were slightly warm. If Kalulu is anywhere, I feel
sure that Kalulu is with those people. But who are those people? Are
they Waruga-ruga (bandits)? Are they Wanyamwezi? Are they natives?
Are they Arabs? This is a `polini' (wilderness); there is no village
near here. Where have those people gone to?"

"Let us go on, then, and find out; let us follow this road until we come
to some village where we can ask?" said Simba.

"Yes, yes," said Selim, "let us go."

"I am ready now," said Abdullah.

"Wait, young master, and thou, Sim