"The men have struck their tents?" he asked Cazi Moto after a moment.
"Yes, bwana, all is prepared."
Then there must be a dozen little fires, and the tent must be filled with flickering reflections. Kingozi lay for some time, thinking. He could hear Cazi Moto moving about, arranging clothes and equipment. When by the sounds Kingozi knew that the task was finished and Cazi Moto about to depart, he spoke.
"We shall not make safari to-day," he said. Cazi Moto stopped.
"Bwana?"
"We shall not make safari to-day."
Cazi Moto's mind adjusted itself to this new decision. Then, without comment, he glided out to reverse all his arrangements.
Left alone Kingozi lay on his back and bent his will power to getting control of the situation.
He was blind.
At first the mere thought sent so numbing a chill through all his faculties that he needed the utmost of his fortitude to prevent an insensate and aimless panic. Gradually he gained control of this.