I crept down between their stupid outposts, who are as blind in the dark as a bat in daytime, hoping to find Jana and put a bullet into his leg or trunk.

I didn't find him, Baas, although I heard him.

But one of their captains stood up in front of a watchfire, giving a good shot.

My bullet found _him_, Baas, for he tumbled back into the fire making the sparks fly this way and that.

Then I ran and, as you see, got here quite safely." "Why did you play that fool's trick ?" I asked, "seeing that it ought to have cost you your life ?" "I shall die just when I have to die, not before, Baas," he replied in the intervals of reloading the little rifle.