"No man in his senses would start without porters of his own--" "Who never run away, an' never, oh never go lame o' course!" said Brown.
"Porters enough and to spare," I continued.

"And food for a month or two--" "How are you going to get away right under their noses with food for a month or two ?" demanded Brown.

"You've got to live off the country after a certain distance.

The further you go, the worse for you, for they'll sell you nothing and give you less.

By and by your porters get tipped off by the natives of some village you spend a night at.