CHAPTER I

Before Stasch and the young negro could dispose of the dead bodies of the Arabs and the carcass of the lion the sun had nearly set, and night was approaching. But they could not possibly pass the night near the corpses, and although Kali, stroking his chest and stomach with his hand, pointed to the dead lion as he smacked his lips, and repeated, “_Msuri, nyama_” (“good, good meat”), Stasch would not permit him to touch the “_nyama_,” but told him to catch the horses, which had run away at the report of the guns. Th…