The man who knew its position declared, however, that he could not find it, at night.

Stanley had no doubt that he was really afraid to go there but, as he did not wish to press them against their will, he said carelessly that it made no difference if they halted there, or close by the road, and a fire being speedily lit, they bivouacked round it.
Meinik had procured the necessary dyes from a village, and Stanley was again stained, and covered with tattoo marks, as before.
"What am I to do about your hair, master ?" he asked.

"It will never do for you to go, like this." Stanley had not thought of this point and, for a time, was completely at a loss.

His own hair was now short, and could not possibly be turned up.
"The only thing that I can see," he said, after a long pause, "is for you and the men each to cut off a lock of hair from the top of your heads, where it will not show.

The six locks would be ample; but I don't see how you are to fasten it, below the turban." "There are berries we can get wax from," Meinik said.