"If we could shoot any game——" began Melton, but Guy interrupted him.
"The fighting has scared everything away from the vicinity," he remarked.
"Yes, that is true," said the Greek. "The animals have fled to the mountains, and, besides, Oko Sam and his tribe of Gallas keep the game well thinned out."
"What did you say?" cried Guy, springing to his feet in excitement. "Is this Oko Sam's village yonder that the Abyssinians have raided?"
The Greek nodded assent.
"Yes, Oko Sam is the chief."
"Then Sir Arthur Ashby and Colonel Carrington are close at hand," exclaimed Guy.
"And Momba," added Melton fervently. "All may be saved yet."
"And was it to Oko Sam your comrades were sold as slaves?" cried Canaris. "Why did you not mention his name before? I could have told you this long ago."
"I never thought of it," rejoined Guy. "I gave them up as lost forever. Alas! they are probably in the hands of the Abyssinians now."