Muata replied in the same fashion, and called out.
Back from the shadows came a quavering answer.

Muata called again, and out from under the roof of leaves, formed by the overhanging branches, shot a tiny craft, with two men in her.

The Okapi slowed down, and the little canoe, with many a halt, timidly drew near till the occupants could be clearly seen.

One--he who wielded the paddle -- was a young man, black as soot, with a shaggy head of frizzled wool, and wild, suspicious eyes.

The other, who appeared to be urging the other to more speed, was an old man, whose head was covered by an Arab fez.
"Peace be with you," said Mr.Hume, in Arab.
"And with you, also," replied the old man, in a thin voice.