nd Ma-Manyara is king."

"Why, then, Unyanyembe is not far from here?"

"About nine days off."

"Was not that the Gombe River we passed?"

"Yes, if you came from Ukonongo along the road."

"We did. We have been hunting, and have had a misfortune on the road.
We are going to Unyanyembe. What news?"

"Ah! Good news. Manwa Para is dead."

"Dead, is he? Have ye seen a caravan lately going by here towards
Unyanyembe?"

"No--none for many days."

"Health, health to ye, my friends!"

"Health, health!" was the response.

Our friends strode on until they got beyond the cultivation and were
deep in the forest again, when Moto turned round and said:

"Kalulu is lost!"

"Lost! Oh, Moto! must we give him up for ever?" asked Selim.

"I fear so. I thought that caravan belonged to Arabs. If they were
Arabs they would have come this way, and those people at the gate would
have seen them. But I think now that camp belonged to the Waruga-ruga
(bandits). And where have they gone to? Are they from Ugala or
Ukonongo? Were those people Wazavila or wild Wanyamwezi? They were not
Arabs, or they would have come this way. We are too far away to go
back, and we might hunt for Kalulu years and years among the tribes
about here without finding him. The bandits kill all men as soon as
they catch them, if they cannot make slaves of them. They are never
seen. They are everywhere, but nowhere when ye desire to see them. No;
Kalulu is lost, and unless we want to lose ourselves, we must go on to
Unyanyembe."

This was a sudden shock to the Arab boys and to Simba. They had
nourished a lively hope that their friend might be found, but they were
now sternly told that their friend was "lost."

"Poor Kalulu!" said Selim. "He is not lost to me. I will build him
up--from his feet to his head, with all his fine high courage, quick,
generous temper, and his warm heart, in my memory, where he shall dwell
as the noblest and best I have ever met. Until I die I shall remember
him as the truest friend and kindest brother."

"And so shall I, Selim," said Abdullah. "Thou and I shall often talk of
him as one to whom there was no equal in worth. When we meet our
mothers, we shall remember his name as one without whom they never would
have seen us again, and our mothers shall bless him. His memory shall
be to me like a plant nightly watered by the dew of heaven, never to
die, and whenever I hear his name mentioned I will pray t