"I gave it to him! Where else need he go to get it ?" "Where did you get it, then ?" he retorted.
"Never mind! Listen to what Hamed Ibrahim has to say!" The Arab bowed his head slightly a second time.
"The ivory you seek," he said, "is said to be Tippoo Tib's own, and he will not tell the hiding-places.

It does not belong to him.

Such little part of it as ever was his was long ago swallowed by the interest on claims against him.

The whole is now in truth the property of His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar, and whoever discovers it shall receive reward from the owner.

His Highness is willing, through me his minister, to make treaty in advance in writing with suitable parties intending to make search." "You mean the Sultan wants to hire me to hunt for ivory for him ?" Will asked, and the Arab made a gesture of impatience.