And the yellow hunters of men knew not how she had gone; but they left word to people by the river to say to me that my mother had been carried away in a canoe." "And what will you do now ?" "See, I am no one--a liver on kindness, a slave at the gate.

But in time Muata will return to the place of hiding." "Better stay with us, Muata.

We go into the forest ourselves.

We will give you food, and teach you how to use the weapon of the Arab hunters.

You will hunt for us, work in the canoe for us, and, maybe, we will go with you to your hiding-place." "The forest is dark and terrible.