"Get up, Johnson!" Fred took him by the arm and raised him. "Tell us what's the matter."
"Men who eat men! Men who eat men! I had three porters to carry my tent and food. Now I have none. They have eaten them! Now they hunt me!"
"Well, you're safe," said Monty. "Calm yourself."
"But you are not Bwana Schillingschen! I am here to wait for him.
Have you seen him? Where is he?"
Fred answered him. "Dead!"
Hassan threw himself on the ground again at Monty's feet.
"Oh, what shall I do?" he blubbered. "I am an old man. Who shall take my people out of jail? Who shall go to Dar es Salaam and make Germans give them up?"
"If you're willing to show us what you intended to show
Schillingschen," said Monty, "I'll do what I can for your relations."
"What can you do? Oh, what can you do? No man but a German can make these Germans cease from punishing!"
Monty beckoned to the Baganda who had once done Schillingschen's dirty work.