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Amongst the other equipment around the fire, Mohammed found a thick coil of one-inch manila rope. A commodity which was essential equipment on any of Herman Fleischer's safaris. With it, Mohammed roped the bearers together, at waist level, allowing enough line between each of them to make concerted movement possible but preventing individual flight.
"Why are you doing that?" Sebastian asked with interest, through a mouthful of blood sausage and black bread. Most of the other boxes were filled with food, and Sebastian was breakfasting well and heartily.
"So they ca
"We're not taking them with us are we?"
"Who else will carry all this? "Mohammed asked patiently.
Five days later Sebastian was seated in the bows of a long dug-out canoe, with the charred soles of his boots set firmly on the chest that lay in the bilges. He was eating with relish a thick sandwich of polo ny and picked onions, wearing a change of clean underwear and socks that were a few sizes too large, and there was clutched in his left hand an open bottle of Hansa beer all these with the courtesy of Commissioner Fleischer.
The paddlers were singing with unforced gaiety, for the hiring fee that Sebastian had paid them would buy each of them a new wife at least.
Hugging the bank of the Rovurna on the Portuguese side, driven on by willing paddles and the eager current, in twelve hours they covered the distance that it had taken Sebastian and his heavily-laden bearers five days on foot.
The canoe deposited Sebastian's party at the landing opposite M'tapa's village, only ten miles from Lalapanzi.
They walked that distance without resting and arrived after nightfall.
The windows of the bungalow were darkened, and the whole camp slept. After cautioning them to silence, Sebastian drew his depleted band up on the front lawn with the tax chest set prominently in front of them. He was proud of his success and wanted to achieve the appropriate mood for his home-coming. Having set the stage, he went up on to the stoep, of the bungalow and tip, toed towards the front door with the intention of awakening the household by hammering upon it dramatically.
However, there was a chair on the stoep, and Sebastian tripped over it. He fell heavily. The chair clattered and the rifle slipped from his shoulder and rang on the stone flags.
Before Sebastian could recover his feet, the door was flung open and through it appeared Fly
"Caught you, you bastard! "he roared and lifted the shotgun.
Sebastian heard the click of the safety-catch and scrambled to his knees. "Don't shoot! Fly
The shotgun wavered a little. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"It's me Sebastian."
"Bassie?" Fly
Sebastian obeyed with alacrity.
"Good God," Fly
Before Sebastian could accept Fly
Acutely aware of the fact that Rosa wore nothing under the thin night-gown, and that everywhere he put his hands they came in contact with thinly-veiled warm flesh, Sebastian gri
"Excuse me, he said.
His first two kisses were off target for she was moving around a lot. One caught her on the eye, the next on her eyebrow, but the third was right between the lips.
When it last they were forced to separate or suffocate,
Rosa gasped, "I thought YOu were dead."
"All right, missie," growled Fly
Breakfast at Lalapanzi that morning was a festive affair.
Fly
They ate on the stoep in golden sunshine that filtered through the bougainvillaea creeper. A flock of glossy starlings hopped and chirruped on the lawns, and an oriel sang from the wild fig-trees. All nature conspired to make Sebastian's victory feast a success, while Rosa and Na
Fly
"You turned up one for the book, so help me, Bassie," he chortled at the end of the meal. "I'd just love to hear how Fleischer is going to explain this one to Governor Schee.
Oh, I'd love to be there when he tells him about the tax money son of a gun, it'll nigh kill them both."