We told him we had just fed, but thanked him all the same.
"Sit down," said he, "sit on this skin," but he made no room for us. "I shot it yesterday at the Falls. This is the cub; the lioness went off."
"How long have you been here?"
"A couple of days."
"How did you get through?"
"Cut my way."
"Lose any cattle in the thirst country?"
"Didn't come that way; took a bee line from Bulawayo."
This was a good performance indeed. All the old hands had said it couldn't be done.
"What did you come for?"