"Why, Guilford, who is this?" said McTavish next minute, for as they walked slowly towards the tent they came across the corpse of a richly-dressed Arab, who, the doctor felt certain at first, was Abdularram himself.
Guilford only laughed. "That's the general." he said. "And I guess he's only waiting patiently to be buried."
"Who killed him? Guilford, you did!"
Guilford only laughed again, but said nothing.
* * * * *
It took them two whole days to reach the coast with the wounded and slaves, and very anxious Kep was to know the fate of Bungle.
They arrived at the creek safely at last, and here a temporary camp was formed and fortified, in which to house these freed slaves until an opportunity came to ship them off to Zanzibar.
CHAPTER XVI
POOR BUNGLE! JUST LET HIM SLEEP
Sail in sight!