Tom was standing at the angle between the two tracks, hesitating whether to follow the enemy or to take the shortest cut home, when a rustle among the bush behind him caused him to face round quickly, revolver in hand. His eyes fell not on an enemy, but on the ever-smiling countenance of Mwesa.
"Savvy me find sah all right," said the boy, quietly.
"You saw Reinecke?" asked Tom.
Mwesa nodded.
"Haroun too, sah. Him no eat up: how him get away?"
"The sentries must have been napping, I suppose. But how did you come to find me here?"
"Me hear shoot," he said. "Me run find sah: rhino no matter. Sah gone: ebery one gone--all 'cept fellas what cut up nudder rhino. Ah! Mwesa savvy all same. Me run back dis way: savvy sah come dis way bimeby."
Tom reflected that the boy's optimism had been justified by a lucky accident.
"Where are the men?" he asked.
"No savvy, sah. 'Spect dey all run home quick."