CHAPTER XX

THE BACK TRAIL

They remained in "Rogue Camp," as Charlie christened it, for three days.

The injured Masai warriors were still in no shape to march, although

Amir was all right again, but the big wagon had plenty of room. The

ivory was loaded solidly and lashed down, with the elephant hide and

skull over it, the latter being up in front. On top were placed the

tents and other impedimenta, leaving just enough room for the two Masai

to lie comfortably beneath the tilt.

"I don't envy him his place," grinned Jack as they loaded him on, the

fourth morning. "Bet that hide won't smell like roses."

"Little he minds that," laughed von Hofe, in huge delight. "He is used

to much worse. Schoverling, what are the plans?"

All gathered about the explorer with interest. He drew forth the chart

belonging to Selim, which the Arab had omitted to take with him.

"I have our compass-bearings from the other camp, where Mowbray died,

to the first water-hole we struck. We can circle around these hills to

the southwest, then strike back to the river. To follow our old march

back to the water-hole will not be hard.

"There we had better rest a day and stock up. Fortunately, the cattle

are in prime shape for the return march. I'll warn Bakari to keep his

men away from the water this time, and we ought to get across. Gholab,

come over here. Can you follow a compass-bearing through the desert?"

"Yes, sahib."

"Very well, that is all for now. You see," and Schoverling turned to the

others, "I figure that by sending Gholab and Guru on ahead with the

wagon for three or four days, the other six of us can wait at the

waterhole. That will help out the water in the casks wonderfully. With

three canteens apiece, we will be able to catch up to them after four

days, and our horses will still be in prime condition."

This plan was ultimately followed, and proved excellent. They reached

the water-hole by easy stages, the wagon now being heavily laden, and

gave the cattle a day's rest here. The doctor was forced to abandon his

idea of getting a buffalo, as every pound of weight would tell on the

oxen, but he cared little for that now.

They met with no molestation on the return trip beside the river. On one

occasion Jack shot another of the forty-foot pythons, which seemed to

live in the river, but they saw nothing of the great buffalo herd. On

the day they reached the waterhole a rhino charged down on the caravan

and narrowly missed goring Bakari, but Schoverling managed to drop him

in the nick of time.

The explorer allowed the wagon and the Masai four days' start from the

waterhole. A good supply of fodder for the cattle was taken, although

this was hardly necessary for any save the horses, and with full

water-casks Gholab and Guru plodded off. The others camped, resting the

horses and hunting, and on the fifth morning took up the desert trail.

They caught up with the caravan on the eighth day, after narrowly

missing it, for a compass-led trip over the desert is no easy matter to

keep accurate. The cattle were going along well, the injured Masai were

healing well enough to walk part of the day, and all promised favorably

for the last stages of the journey.

Being away from fresh game, the Masai were forced to drink water on the

desert, much to their disgust. However, Bakari realized the necessity of

keeping his men on the allowance given them, and there was no tapping

the barrels at night this time. Day after day they plodded along through

the dust, and at length Schoverling and the others rode ahead to bring

out the other wagon with more water.

So well had the explorer led them that they arrived within half a mile

of the camp, to be met with shouts of delight by the men and tears of

joy by the lonely Gurkha who had remained in charge. The other oxen were

found sleek and well, and Guru, who protested his entire ability, was

sent out with the second wagon, loaded with water and fresh fodder, to

meet the other.

They came in five days later without accident, the footsore and weary

Masai riding delightedly in the extra wagon. After a rest of two days,

the load was divided between the two wagons and all set forth for the

last trek across the first plain they had crossed. But this was not so

bad as that other, and with the aid of an opportune rainstorm that

lasted all night, they reached the friendly foothills once more and

gained the villages of the Samburo.

From here on to Yonge's Station was play compared to what they had been

through. The commissioner met them with great delight, and they

outspanned the oxen for a three-days' rest before going on. The Masai

were paid and dismissed, each with a handsome gift that sent them away

rejoicing.

"Here," said Captain Yonge, holding out an envelope, "is a cable that

was forwarded by runner. It came in two days since."

Schoverling reached across the dinner-table and tore it open. He scanned

it, then broke into a laugh and read it aloud:

"'_Louis Schoverling, care Captain Yonge, Commissioner

District, B. S. A._:

"'Best wishes. Bags valued seventy pounds. Got ahead of you there.

"'SELIM BEN AMOUD'"

They related the story of their trip to Yonge. Schoverling had been in

some doubt as to the advisability of saying anything about the

gold-dust, but von Hofe overruled him. When they had finished, the

captain dissipated their doubts.

"Why, of course, my dear fellow! There will be no objection in the least

to your keeping the ivory. You have brought back great news. Poor

Mowbray! He was a plucky fellow, and we always regretted orders to go

out after him--though he licked us every time. But that news about the

new country up north is great! I shouldn't wonder if you got an F. R. G.

S. out of it, Schoverling."

Taking it easy, they arrived in due course of time at the end of their

trip. Runners had gone on ahead, and for the last two days Piet Andrus

with a dozen more rode with them, having gone out to meet the wagons.

At Mombasa they interviewed the governor, relating officially their news

of Mowbray and giving a detailed account of the lake country which had

been discovered. It was at once arranged that six months later a great

safari was to be sent up, with Louis Schoverling in charge, to make a

scientific exploration and map out the country about the hot lake.

Letters and cables poured in on them, and the two weeks spent at

Mombasa were busy ones. Accounts of their trip were despatched to

London, New York and Toronto, and on the day they left a cable came

which announced that Schoverling had gained one of his life-long

ambitions--Fellowship in the Royal Geographical Society.

"Well, we've sure had a great time," sighed Jack as they steamed out of

Mombasa. Von Hofe was accompanying them to New York. "We've pulled

pretty near two thousand each out of that ivory and dust, Chuck."

"It certainly does look like big money now," admitted Charlie. "Well, I

see where I dig in to learn for a while. Then maybe we can get together

for another trip somewheres, eh, General?"

"I hope so," laughed Schoverling. "I thought maybe you would have had

enough of it."

"Not much!" cried both boys together. Von Hofe smiled.

"Wait!" he said. "I have a surprise, some day!"

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Transcriber's Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

Page 3, "reak" changed to "reek" (the reek of cedar)

Page 19, "wierd" changed to "weird" (in weird-looking)

Page 29, "surpise" changed to "surprise" (his vast surprise)

Page 90, "botton" changed to "bottom" (at the bottom)

Page 131, "Ghobal" changed to Gholab" (then Gholab Singh, Mohammedan)

Page 136, "though" changed to "thought" (I thought camels)

Page 207, "shoud" changed to "should" (we should not share)

"Charley" was changed to "Charlie" to fit rest of 308 uses in the text.

15: Charlie paused and

84: Charlie had stepped

90: thrust forward. Charlie

Charlie sank down

91: Charlie nodded.

97: Charlie. "This looks

100: Quilqua?" asked Charlie.

177: began Charlie, but the

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