THE BULLS AND THE WILD DOGS After an hour or so Muata was sent forward as look-out, and with his jackal by his side, apparently aiding him in his task, he showed such eyes for the night that they kept on safely till the morning, when the sail was hoisted, and by breakfast-time they judged they had covered about forty miles--quite enough for safety.

They ran the Okapi in among the islands which still stretched away as far as they could see, and made fast, to eat and to sleep.

The noon heat woke them.

They sat up under the awning and talked of the great drive, of Muata's escape, and of his wonderful luck in finding them--though he made out that there was nothing strange about it, since from the woods he had seen the preparations for the hunt, and had, too, made out the Okapi in the dusk.

For the rest, his jackal had scented out the white man's lair, and all he, the chief, had to do was to upset the canoe of the Arab.
"That was no great work for Muata--the otter, the water-wolf," he said.
"And how did the chief escape ?" "Before the shouting arose that Muata was gone, he found a calabash of fat for the cooking, by the door of a hut.