They'd die." "What are they riding, then ?" "Unless he stole trained zebras from the gov'ment farm at Naivasha," said Brown, "an' they're difficulter to ride 'an a greasy pole up-ended on a earthquake, he must ha' bought mules from the one man who has any to sell.

And he lives t'other side o' Nairobi.

There are none between there and here--none whatever.

Zachariah Korn--him who owns mules--is too wide awake to be stolen from.

He bought 'em, you take it from me, and paid twice what they were worth into the bargain." "Then he bought them with her money!" said Will.
"If not Schillingschen's," said I.
"Or the Sultan of Zanzibar's" said Will, "or the German government's." "But why?
Why should she, or they, conspire at great expense and risk to steal Brown's cattle ?" "They'll figure," said Will, "that Brown is helping us, and therefore, Brown is an enemy.