“I wanted to call you, and—did not dare—but——”
“But—what?”
“But I thought that you would certainly defend me. I don’t know——”
At these words she threw her arm around his neck once more, and he began to stroke her hair.
“Are you not afraid now?”
“No.”
“My little Msimu! my Msimu! You see now what Africa is!”
“Yes. But you will kill all the vicious animals.”
“Yes, so I will!”
Both took another look at the beast of prey. Stasch, who wished to keep its skin as a souvenir, told Kali to skin it, but the negro was afraid that a second wobo might appear from out of the ravine, and he begged not to be left there alone, and when asked whether he was really more afraid of a wobo than he was of a lion he said: