Part 71 (2/2)
”If coincidence of evidence ,” said Will ”we're all on a red-hot scent! That Baganda we have in our outfit is our prisoner
One of Schillingschen's pet pimps He swears Hassan--or rather some old native whose naschen in these parts and lead hio!”
”We !”
”What about Brown?” asked Monty ”I hope you haven't ree, of course, if you have, but I hope not!”
”Nothing doing!”
”No Why should we?”
”Brown's all right, but a present ought to satisfy hian to tell Monty about Brown's cattle that Coutlass stole, and the Masai looted from Coutlass and us
”Were they branded?” asked Monty
”Branded and hoof- and ear-ht to be traceable, even ae herds the Masai have I think I've influence enough by this tiovernment to have those cattle traced and returned to Brown”
”They're his only love!” said I ”Do that for him, and he'll never wait to receive a present!”
Dawn found us still recounting our adventures and Monty alternately laughing and frowning
”I regret Coutlass” he said, shaking the ashes froretted having to throw him out of the hotel in Zanzibar I wish he could have escaped with his life--a picturesque scoundrel if ever there was one! I'd rather be robbed by hischens or Lady Saffren Waldons I suppose if I'd been with you I'd have killed hiretted it all my days!”
We buried our neon ivory under a tree, locating the spot exactly with the aid of Monty's co sleepless up thearound the her up or lower down If he is there youfor a safari Let's climb where we can be seen from miles away”
So clirew so cold that the porters' teeth chattered and they threatened to desert us They grew afraid, too, reers had told them down below
”Wow! You are not fat babies!” Kaziy meat as you?”
We calooh which the chill histled like a dirge
Yet the caverns ar-places if we could have persuaded the boys to take advantage of thee to eastward of it ars bubbling fro a blanket of whiteIt was a land of thunderless lightning--lightning fro or excuse On the high slopes there was little or no gans whatever of inhabitants, until late one afternoon the porters shouted, andan old e
He held his hands out, and shouted as he ran--a round-faced, big-bellied h not nearly so fat ashim last; unclean, unkempt, in tattered shi+rt and crushed-in fez--a man with one desire expressed all over him--to see, and touch, and talk with other s, and blubbered