“‘The jackal has gone to earth,’ said Maiwa; ’he will be in the cave behind his hut,’ and she pointed with her spear towards another small and semi-circular enclosure, over which a large hut was visible, that had the cliff itself for a background.  I stared at this fence; by George! it was true, it was entirely made of tusks of ivory planted in the ground with their points bending outwards.  The smallest ones, though none were small, were placed nearest to the cliff on either side, but they gradually increased in size till they culminated in two enormous tusks, which, set up so that their points met, something in the shape of an inverted V, formed the gateway to the hut.  I was dumbfoundered with delight; and indeed, where is the elephant-hunter who would not be, if he suddenly saw five or six hundred picked tusks set up in a row, and only waiting for him to take them away?  Of course the stuff was what is known as ‘black’ ivory; that is, the exterior of the tusks had become black from years or perhaps centuries of exposure to wind and weather, but I was certain that it would be none the worse for that.  Forgetting the danger of the deed, in my excitement I actually ran right across the open space, and drawing my knife scratched vigorously at one of the great tusks to see how deep the damage might be.  As I thought, it was nothing; there beneath the black covering gleamed the pure white ivory.  I could have capered for joy, for I fear that I am very mercenary at heart, when suddenly I heard the faint echo of a cry for assistance.  ‘Help!’ screamed a voice in the Sisutu dialect from somewhere behind the hut; ‘help! they are murdering me.’

“I knew the voice; it was John Every’s.  Oh, what a selfish brute was I!  For the moment that miserable ivory had driven the recollection of him out of my head, and now—­perhaps it was too late.

“Nala, Maiwa, and the soldiers had now come up.  They too heard the voice and interpreted its tone, though they had not caught the words.

“‘This way,’ cried Maiwa, and we started at a run, passing round the hut of Wambe.  Behind was the narrow entrance to a cave.  We rushed through it heedless of the danger of the ambush, and this is what we saw, though very confusedly at first, owing to the gloom.

“In the centre of the cave, and with either end secured to the floor by strong stakes, stood a huge double-springed lion trap edged with sharp and grinning teeth.  It was set, and beyond the trap, indeed almost over it, a terrible struggle was in progress.  A naked or almost naked white man, with a great beard hanging down over his breast, in spite of his furious struggles, was being slowly forced and dragged towards the trap by six or eight women.  Only one man was present, a fat, cruel-looking man with small eyes and a hanging lip.  It was the chief Wambe, and he stood by the trap ready to force the victim down upon it so soon as the women had dragged him into the necessary position.