uld never have left him.
Amer is happiest in Paradise, but Selim, his son, living on earth, must
be miserable."

"It is just as I thought also," said Simba. "Poor child! Do you not
remember how pretty he looked when he hinted to his father, that perhaps
Simba would like his freedom? How his eyes, always beautiful, seemed
filled with softness, and love, and gratitude to me? Ah, Selim, young
master of everything that Simba has, it will go hard with some of these
savage Watuta if they harm thee!"

"They will not harm Selim or the Arab boys; they will keep them as
curiosities, unless some of them have seen Arabs before going about to
buy slaves, in which case I pity them all," said Moto.

"Moto," shouted Simba, raising himself up, "art thou revenging thyself
on me for making thee unhappy with the mention of him? Speak. Selim a
slave! That petted, tender Arab boy a slave! Answer me, Moto."

"It is as I tell thee; if any of the Watuta understand, as we do, what
the word Arab is, all the Arab boys will be made slaves, and be beaten
like dogs," answered Moto.

"We are not obeying master Amer by running away from the camp of the
Watuta. He told us to save his son Selim. I am going back;" and Simba
snatched his spears and gun.

"Fool!" said Moto. "We cannot save him from the Watuta by going into
their camp. We can only do it by finishing as we have begun. We must
go to Katalambula's village and see Kalulu. He only can save Selim and
ourselves."

"Well, I believe thou art right," said Simba. "Let us go to sleep, and
at dawn let us be off to see this Kalulu." Saying which, he lay down
between the fires, but sleep did not visit his eyes for some time
afterwards.

For fifteen days they marched long and far towards the south-west
without any incident worthy of notice. Now and then they left the
forest occasionally, to follow a road leading to some village and obtain
information as to the whereabouts of the village of Katalambula of those
people whom they might meet, with little danger to themselves.

On the sixteenth day of their night they came to a large plain,
extremely populous and rich. The dun-coloured tops of huts arose above
the tall corn and millet everywhere. At midday they came to a deep
river flowing north-west, which the people called Liemba. On the
opposite side of the river they were also told was Katalambula's
village.

They were rowed across, for which Simba paid the canoe-man with a c