"Well," said the people, "you have got your warning, now look our for yourselves;" and Bombay, with his Waganda escort, was left again.

Drums then began to beat, and men to hurry to and fro with spears and shields, until at last our guns were heard, and, guessing the cause, Bombay with his Waganda escort rushed out of the hut into the jungle, and, without daring to venture on the beaten track, through thorns and thicket worked his way back to me, lame, and scratched all over with thorns.
Crowds of Waganda, all armed as if for war, came to congratulate us in the morning, jumping, jabbering, and shaking their spears at us, denoting a victory gained--for we had shot Wanyoro and no harm had befallen us.

"But the road," I cried, "has that been gained?
I am not going to show my back.

We must go again, for there is some mistake; Grant is with Kamrasi, and N'yamyongo cannot stop us.

If you won't go in boats, let us go by land to N'yamyongo's, and the boats will follow after." Not a soul, however, would stir.