FROM TOSAYE TO FAFA 195 did not reassure the silly old messenger, who, with a feeling which really did him honour, came and crouched almost between my legs to protect me.

Djamarata was a young man of about thirty years old, at least that was what I supposed from all I could see of his face, which was almost hidden by the /rrt'/;;//// wrapped about the lower part. He was tall and of a commanding PALAVtlR WITH DJAMARATA.

presence, whilst his great black eyes were lit up with intelligence. All Madidu's boys being still under age, he was his uncle's right hand, alike the confidant and the commander-in-chief of the Amenokal's army.

Our interview was very brief. I simply repeated what I had said at Gao, and Djamarata informed me that my statement tallied with what he had heard from the chief of the Awellimiden.

Now about the letter I had asked for. As he had not