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MOPO VENTURES HOME.
I threw myself down on the grass and panted till my breath came back; then I went and hid in a patch of reeds down by a swamp.

All day long I lay there thinking.

What was I to do?
Now I was a jackal without a hole.
If I went back to my people, certainly they would kill me, whom they thought a thief.

My blood would be given for Noma's, and that I did not wish, though my heart was sad.