the better," observed Charley.
"While he is in their sight the blacks will be thinking about him, and
being reminded how easily a white man is killed, they may take it into
their heads to try and put us out of the way, and possess themselves of
our guns and the contents of our knapsacks."

We accordingly asked Kendo to allow some of his people to assist us in
digging a grave. Though they at first showed some indications of fear,
yet on Tom suggesting that the spirit of the dead man would haunt them
if they did not, they eagerly set about the work, and saved us any
trouble whatever. At first they made only a shallow hole, but Tom told
them that that would never do, that it was necessary to bury a white man
very far down in the earth, as they had such potent spirits that they
would otherwise quickly force their way up again. On this they eagerly
recommenced their labours, and managed to dig a grave six feet deep. We
were going to put the body into it, when Tom advised that we should
examine his pockets, and take possession of any documents or valuables
he might have about him. We found nothing, however, except some
ammunition, a knife, and a tinder-box. Not a line or document of any
sort to prove his identity. Had we not witnessed his death, or
discovered his body, no one would have known how he met with his
untimely end. Like many another evil-doer, he would have disappeared
from the face of the earth and left no trace behind him.

At a late hour we lay down to rest. By Harry's advice, however, one of
us kept awake lest the blacks should attempt to play us any trick, or,
as was very likely, lest they should all go to sleep, and a leopard
steal into the camp and carry some one of us off, or a troop of
elephants come rushing along and trample us under foot. Next morning,
although we were very unwilling to continue the hunt, judging it safer
to get back to the village and attempt to make our escape without delay,
Prince Kendo insisted that we should remain, promising that we should
have a share of the tusks of any elephants we might kill.

We thought it wise to make a virtue of necessity, but determined, should
we find a canoe on the banks of the river, to appropriate it, and
without taking leave to make our way down the stream.

We had not gone far when our ears were saluted by a terrific roar which
seemed to come from the depths of the forest. My companions looked at
each other, wondering what animal could p