I had guns and ammunition, he none.
He pretended to know where some of Tippoo Tib's ivory is buried." "Some of it, eh ?" said Fred.
"Some of it, d'you say ?" said I.
"Some of it, yes.

A million tusks.

Some say two million! Some say three! Thunder!--you take a hundred good tusks and bury them; you'll see the hill you've made from five miles off! A hundred thousand tusks would make a mountain! If any one buried a million tusks in one spot they'd mark the place on maps as a watershed! They must be buried here, there, everywhere along the trail of Tippoo Tib--perhaps a thousand in one place at the most.

Which of you two gentlemen is the lord ?" "Did Hassan lead you to any of it ?" Fred inquired.
"Not he! The jelly-belly! The Arab pig! He led me to Ujiji--that's on Lake Tanganika--the old slave market where he himself was once sold for ten cents.

I don't doubt a piece of betel nut and a pair of worn-out shoes had to be thrown in with him at the price! There he tried to make me pay the expenses in advance of a trip to Usumbora at the head of the lake.