Some fat he rubbed on the soles of his feet to kill the scent.

Then he sent the jackal into the woods and crawled into a hut, being stiff from the binding.
In the hut he remained, rubbing the fat into the joints, till the people came back to the feast." "The feast was made by us, so that while the people ate we could loosen your bonds." "Wow! Never yet have I known any to give such thought to a stranger." "It is our way to stand by those who stand by us." "It is a great word that;" and the chief turned the thought over in his mind.

"Ow aye! They came again to the feast, and Muata went out into the woods in peace." "And was that all ?" "There was a man gathering fruit in the morning as I passed through a garden, and his knife I took." "And what did the man do ?" "He took a message to my father, the chief," said Muata, enigmatically.

"The chief's son has been like a hunted dog.

His stomach hungers for red meat.