"Nothing important--merely my private jottings and memoranda." Fred turned toward me so that Schillingschen could not see his face.
"Are you willing to start for Kisumu at once with that book ?" he asked, and I nodded.

He winked at me so violently that I could not trust myself to answer aloud and keep a straight face.
"Very well,"' he said.

"Suppose you start with it to-morrow morning.
At the end of a week well turn the professor home to follow his own nose!" Schillingschen shrugged his shoulders and refused to be drawn into further argument.

We gave him a good meal from his own provisions, and then once more made his hands fast with wire behind him and left him to sleep off his rage if he cared to in a corner of the tent.
Later that morning we sent for the Baganda--gave him a view of Schillingschen trussed and helpless--and questioned him about the man he boasted he knew, who could tell us what Schillingschen was after.
He was so full of fear by that time that he held back nothing.
He assured us the German was after buried ivory.

There was a man, who had promised to meet Schillingschen, who knew where to find the ivory and would lead the way to it.