Being fat, he could not run fast, although his wind held out surprisingly.

If he saw me at all he must have mistaken me for a settler or one of the Nairobi officials, for he seemed perfectly sure of himself and took no pains whatever now to throw pursuers off the track.
It soon became evident that he was making for an imposing group of tents on the outskirts of the town.

As he drew nearer he approached more slowly.
It now became my turn to take precautions.

There was no chance of concealment where I was--nothing but open level ground between me and the tents.

But now that I knew Hassan's destination, I could afford to let him out of sight for a minute; so I turned my back on him, walked to where a sort of fold in the ground enabled me to get down unseen into a shallow nullah, and went along that at right angles to Hassan's course until I reached the edge of some open jungle, about half a mile from the tents.