I should not like to know of it myself, for the things you have would make one of us rich." With a little packet of food, his Ghoorka knife, and his jackal, Muata entered the dug-out, and landed again on the clearing.

They waved their hands to him, and then turned their attention to the old Arab, who was sipping a cup of coffee with every sign of satisfaction.
"Old man, we go soon on the trail of the cannibals into the forest where you could not follow.

What shall we do with you ?" "As Allah wills," was the resigned reply.
"Think.

Is there any village where you would be safe until we return ?" "Few who enter the forest ever return.

A day's journey in a canoe there is a path in the wood that leads to a village.