and walked back to his camp unassisted

"We said what has happened: that across the Serengetti came white men from the country of Taveta, and that these white men were many, and had many _askaris_ with them, and our white men from Nairobi met them, and fought so that those from Taveta were driven back and some were killed. And down the N'Gouramani River many of our white men with _Mahindi_[11] fought with strange white men on a hill below Ol Sambu, but were driven off. And many _Mahindi_ are coming in to Mombasa, all with guns, and all the _askaris_ are brought into Nairobi. And we told these safari men that the white men were making war on the white men, so they cried out at this, and beat us." [Footnote 11: Mahindi--East Indians.] Kingozi had listened attentively. "Well, Cazi Moto?" he demanded. "But this is a lie; a bad lie," said Cazi Moto, "to say that white men make war on white men!" "Nevertheless it is true," rejoined Kingozi quietly. "These other white men are the _Duyches_[12], and they make war." [Footnote 12: Duyches--Germans.] He turned and walked back to his camp unassisted. He groped for his chair and sat down. His hand encountered the letter. "You do not need to read this to me now," he told the Leopard Woman quietly. "I know what it tells." He thought a moment. "It is clear to me now. You knew, this war was to be declared." She did not reply. "You know about _when_ this war was to be declared," he pursued his thought. "Yes, it fits." Her silence continued. "You should have killed me," he thought aloud. "That alone could have accomplished your mission properly. You might have known I would make you go back, too. Or perhaps you thought you could command your own men in spite of me?" "Perhaps," she said unexpectedly. He raised his voice: "Cazi Moto!" The chastened headman came running. "To-morrow," Kingozi told him, "the men go on half _potio_. There will be plenty of meat but only half _potio_." "Yes, _bwana_."