“Well, I heard as I went along that elephants were very plentiful in the dense forests which lie upon the slopes and at the foot of the mountains that border Wambe’s territory.  Also I heard a very ill report of that worthy himself, who lived in a kraal upon the side of the mountain, which was so strongly fortified as to be practically impregnable.  It was said that he was the most cruel chief in this part of Africa, and that he had murdered in cold blood an entire party of English gentlemen, who, some seven years before, had gone into his country to hunt elephants.  They took an old friend of mine with them as guide, John Every by name, and often had I mourned over his untimely death.  All the same, Wambe or no Wambe, I determined to hunt elephants in his country.  I never was afraid of natives, and I was not going to show the white feather now.  I am a bit of a fatalist, as you fellows know, so I came to the conclusion that if it was fated that Wambe should send me to join my old friend John Every, I should have to go, and there was an end of it.  Meanwhile, I meant to hunt elephants with a peaceful heart.

“On the third day from the date of our sighting the great peak, we found ourselves beneath its shadow.  Still following the course of the river which wound through the forests at the base of the peak, we entered the territory of the redoubtable Wambe.  This, however, was not accomplished without a certain difference of opinion between my bearers and myself, for when we reached the spot where Wambe’s boundary was supposed to run, the bearers sat down and emphatically refused to go a step further.  I sat down too, and argued with them, putting my fatalistic views before them as well as I was able.  But I could not persuade them to look at the matter in the same light.  ‘At present,’ they said, ’their skins were whole; if they went into Wambe’s country without his leave they would soon be like a water-eaten leaf.  It was very well for me to say that this would be Fate.  Fate no doubt might be walking about in Wambe’s country, but while they stopped outside they would not meet him.’

“‘Well,’ I said to Gobo, my head man, ‘and what do you mean to do?’

“‘We mean to go back to the coast, Macumazahn,’ he answered insolently.

“‘Do you?’ I replied, for my bile was stirred.  ’At any rate, Mr. Gobo, you and one or two others will never get there; see here, my friend,’ and I took a repeating rifle and sat myself comfortably down, resting my back against a tree—­’I have just breakfasted, and I had as soon spend the day here as anywhere else.  Now if you or any of those men walk one step back from here, and towards the coast, I shall fire at you; and you know that I don’t miss.’

“The man fingered the spear he was carrying—­luckily all my guns were stacked against the tree—­and then turned as though to walk away, the others keeping their eyes fixed upon him all the while.  I rose and covered him with the rifle, and though he kept up a brave appearance of unconcern, I saw that he was glancing nervously at me all the time.  When he had gone about twenty yards I spoke very quietly—­