Even
Jeekie was depressed and appeared to be offering up petitions, though
whether these were directed to Little Bonsa or elsewhere it was
impossible to know.
As for Alan, the heart was out of him. It is true that so far he had
escaped fever or other sickness, which in itself was wonderful, but he
was chilled through and through and practically had eaten nothing for
two days, and very little for a week, since his stomach turned from
half-cooked hippopotamus fat and wildfowl. Moreover, they had lost the
channel and seemed to be wandering aimlessly through a wilderness of
reeds broken here and there by lines of deeper water.
According the Ogula they should have reached the confines of the great
lake several days before and landed on healthful rising ground that
was part of the Asiki territory. But this had not happened, and now he
doubted whether it ever would happen. It was more likely that they would
come to their deaths, there in the marsh, especially as the few ball and
shot cartridges which they had saved in their flight were now exhausted.
Not one was left; nothing was left except their revolvers with some
charges, which of course were quite useless for the killing of game.
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