The sharp saw-like edges of the reeds bad cut into his flesh, and in the excitement he had not noticed the injuries.

Thanks, however, to the regulations enforced by Mr.Hume, he carried in the pouches of his belt a little store of quinine, vaseline, and meat lozenges.

He rubbed the vaseline on the cuts, mopped his face, and felt all right.

Then he put his hand to his mouth and gave a "coo-ee." The call was strangled in the reeds.

He called again, fired off his gun, and waited, but he could hear nothing but a soft whispering.