? ? ? ? "Can you and I, alone, reach his camp?" asked the Hon. Morison.
? ? ? ? "Yes, Bwana," assured the black.
? ? ? ? Baynes turned toward the head-man. He was conversant with "Hanson's" plans now. He understood why he had wished to move the northern camp as far as possible toward the northern boundary of the Big Bwana's country--it would give him far more time to make his escape toward the West Coast while the Big Bwana was chasing the northern contingent. Well, he would utilize the man's plans to his own end. He, too, must keep out of the clutches of his host.
? ? ? ? "You may take the men north as fast as possible," he said to the head-man. "I shall return and attempt to lead the Big Bwana to the west."
? ? ? ? The Negro assented with a grunt. He had no desire to follow this strange white man who was afraid at night; he had less to remain at the tender mercies of the Big Bwana's lusty warriors, between whom and his people there was long-standing blood feud; and he was more than delighted, into the bargain, for a legitimate excuse for deserting his much hated Swede master.
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