"I saw her, but she did not speak, except with her eyes."
Sanders nodded. "Tell me," he said, "where did you bury Tembeli, the son of Sekambano?"
"Master, we left him, in accordance with our custom, on the ground at the foot of a tree."
Sanders nodded again, for this is not the custom of the Houssas.
"We will go back on our tracks to the camping place where the woman came to us," he said.
They marched until sundown, and whilst two men pitched his tent Sanders strolled round the little camp. The men were sitting about their cooking-pots, but the woman M'Lino sat apart, her elbows on her knees, her face between her hands.
"M'Lino," he said to her, halting suddenly before her, "how many men have you killed in your life?"
She looked at him long and fixedly, and he returned the stare; then she dropped her eyes. "Many men," she said.
"So I think," said Sanders.
He was eating his dinner when Abiboo came slowly toward him.