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"
The
young
man
is
right
.
His
psychology
is
good
.
Our
enemies
have
not
been
foolish
!
"
He
bent
his
wise
brows
on
the
assembly
.
"
I
will
tell
you
a
tale
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
happened
many
years
ago
in
Senegal
.
I
was
quartered
in
a
remote
station
,
and
to
pass
the
time
used
to
go
fishing
for
big
barbel
in
the
river
.
A
little
Arab
mare
used
to
carry
my
luncheon
basket
--
one
of
the
salted
dun
breed
you
got
at
Timbuctoo
in
the
old
days
.
Well
,
one
morning
I
had
good
sport
,
and
the
mare
was
unaccountably
restless
.
I
could
hear
her
whinnying
and
squealing
and
stamping
her
feet
,
and
I
kept
soothing
her
with
my
voice
while
my
mind
was
intent
on
fish
.
I
could
see
her
all
the
time
,
as
I
thought
,
out
of
a
corner
of
my
eye
,
tethered
to
a
tree
twenty
yards
away
.
After
a
couple
of
hours
I
began
to
think
of
food
.
I
collected
my
fish
in
a
tarpaulin
bag
,
and
moved
down
the
stream
towards
the
mare
,
trolling
my
line
.
When
I
got
up
to
her
I
flung
the
tarpaulin
on
her
back
--
"
He
paused
and
looked
round
.
"
It
was
the
smell
that
gave
me
warning
.
I
turned
my
head
and
found
myself
looking
at
a
lion
three
feet
off
...
An
old
man-eater
,
that
was
the
terror
of
the
village
...
What
was
left
of
the
mare
,
a
mass
of
blood
and
bones
and
hide
,
was
behind
him
.
"
"
What
happened
?
"
I
asked
.
I
was
enough
of
a
hunter
to
know
a
true
yarn
when
I
heard
it
.
"
I
stuffed
my
fishing-rod
into
his
jaws
,
and
I
had
a
pistol
.
Also
my
servants
came
presently
with
rifles
.
But
he
left
his
mark
on
me
.
"
He
held
up
a
hand
which
lacked
three
fingers
.
"
Consider
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
mare
had
been
dead
more
than
an
hour
,
and
the
brute
had
been
patiently
watching
me
ever
since
.
I
never
saw
the
kill
,
for
I
was
accustomed
to
the
mare
's
fretting
,
and
I
never
marked
her
absence
,
for
my
consciousness
of
her
was
only
of
something
tawny
,
and
the
lion
filled
that
part
.
If
I
could
blunder
thus
,
gentlemen
,
in
a
land
where
men
's
senses
are
keen
,
why
should
we
busy
preoccupied
urban
folk
not
err
also
?
"
Sir
Walter
nodded
.
No
one
was
ready
to
gainsay
him
.
