He knew no more than I where the ivory was! He suspected most of it was in a country called Ruanda that runs pretty much parallel with the Congo border to the west of Victoria Nyanza in German East Africa, and he was counting on finding natives who could tell him this and that that might put him on the trail of it! I could beat that game! I could cross-examine fool natives twice as well as any fat rascal of an ex-slave! Seeing he had paid all expenses so far, however, I was not much to the bad, so I picked a quarrel with him and we parted company.

Wouldn't you have done the same, my lord ?" But Fred did not walk into the trap.

"What did you do next ?" he asked.
"Next?
I got a job with the agent of an Italian firm to go north and buy skins.

He made me a good advance of trade goods--melikani,* beads, iron and brass wire, kangas,** and all that sort of thing, and I did well.

Made money on that trip.