“What is its name?”
“It is a wondrous black crag, and is known to those who live in the deserts as the Rock of the Great Sin.”
“The Rock of the Great Sin!” he slowly repeated, gazing at me in astonishment. “Thou, O friend, art not alone in seeking to discover it?”
“Not alone?” I cried. “Who seeketh it beside myself?”
“A white man who came to Uganda by smoke-boat across the Victoria Nyanza.”
“What was his name?” I asked, eagerly.
“I know not. He was a Roumi of the English, and one of Allah’s accursed.”
“Didst thou have speech with him?”
“Yea, he sought me at Masaka eight moons ago, and knowing that I had led my master’s caravan across the forest may times, asked me whether I could direct him to the Rock of the Great Sin, and—”
“And didst thou guide him thither?” I demanded, breathlessly.