THE FLIGHT In the afternoon the village hummed with excitement.

The word had gone round that the new white man who had shot the crocodile would give a feast, and the people squatted in rows on the bank watching a couple of their stalwart fellows preparing a canoe for an expedition after the river-horse.

When Mr.Hume appeared with his Express in company with the Belgian officers, who were indifferent sportsmen, the people saluted him with a feeling of gratitude for favours to come in the shape of fat meat.
"Good luck," said the junior officer, "but I back the animals; they are very wary and very fierce." "What is the betting ?" cried the hunter.
"Oh no, my friend!" exclaimed the senior.

"Keep your money for to- night; and don't drown yourself.

We must have one game, you know." "Very well.