I was hunting on the Zambesi with the soldiers of a tribe there--it was after my own people had driven me out because they said that I was too ugly to become their chief, as I was born to be.

Then the Yellow Devil, that same man of whom the woman speaks, fell upon us with Arabs, and took us to his place, there to await the slave-dhows.

He was a stout man, horrible to see, and elderly.

The day the dhows came in I escaped by swimming; and all the others who remained alive were taken off in ships to Zanzibar." "Could you find your way to that place again, Otter ?" "Yes, Baas.

It is a hard spot to find, for the path runs through morasses; moreover the place is secret and protected by water.