You start off.

They get wind of it.

They send the police helter-skelter hot-foot after you--native police--no officer--Masai they are, an' I tell you those Masai can make their sixty miles a day when they're minded an' no bones about it either! Maybe the Masai catches you and maybe not.

S'posing they do they can't do much.

They've merely a letter with 'em commanding you to return at once and report at the gov'ment office.