"How is this, Abadie?" demanded McMillan sternly.
Abadie hesitated. Then he evidently reflected that there is
slight use in having a deity unless one makes use of him.
"Bwana," said he with an engaging air of belief and candour, "God
must have put them there!"
That evening we planned a "general day" for the morrow. We took
boys and buckboards and saddle-horses, beaters, shotguns, rifles,
and revolvers, and we sallied forth for a grand and joyous time.
The day from a sporting standpoint was entirely successful, the
bag consisting of two waterbuck, a zebra, a big wart-hog, six
hares, and six grouse. Personally I was a little hazy and
uncertain. By evening the fever had me, and though I stayed at
Juja for six days longer, it was as a patient to McMillan's
unfailing kindness rather than as a participant in the life of
the farm.
XXVIII. A RESIDENCE AT JUJA
A short time later, at about middle of the rainy season, McMillan
left for a little fishing off Catalina Island. The latter is some
fourteen thousand miles of travel from Juja. Before leaving on
this flying trip, McMillan made us a gorgeous offer.
"If," said he, "you want to go it alone, you can go out and use
Juja as long as you please."
This offer, or, rather, a portion of it, you may be sure, we
accepted promptly.
