"Lord," said Bosambo, hastily, "by this name are you known from the mountains to the sea. Thus all men speak of you, saying: 'This is he who does not sleep but watches all the time.'" Bones was impressed, he was flattered, and he ran his finger between the collar of his uniform jacket and his scraggy neck as one will do who is embarrassed by praise and would appear unconcerned under the ordeal. "So men call me, Bosambo," said he carelessly "though my lord M'ilitani does not know this--therefore in the day when M'ilitani comes, speak of me as _M'wani-m'wani_ that he may know of whom men speak when they say 'the sleepless one.'" Everybody knows that _Cala cala_ great chiefs had stored against the hour of their need certain stocks of ivory. Dead ivory it is called because it had been so long cut, but good cow ivory, closer in grain than the bull elephant brought to the hunter, more turnable, and of greater value. There is no middle island on the river about which some legend or buried treasure does not float. Hamilton, hurrying forward to the support of his second-in-command, stopped long enough to interview two sulky chiefs. "What palaver is this?" he demanded of Iberi, "that you carry your spears to a killing? For is not the river big enough for all, and are there no burying-places for your old men that you should fight so fiercely?" "Lord," confessed Iberi, "upon that island is a treasure which has been hidden from the beginning of time, and that is the truth--N'Yango!" Now, no man swears by his mother unless he is speaking straightly, and Hamilton understood. "Never have I spoken of this to the Chief of the Isisi," Iberi went on, "nor he to me, yet we know because of certain wise sayings that the treasure stays and young men of our houses have searched very diligently though secretly. Also Bosambo knows, for he is a cunning man, and when we found he had put his warriors to the seeking we fought him, lord, for though the treasure may be Isisi or Akasava, of this I am sure it is not of the Ochori." Hamilton came to the Ochori city to find a red-eyed Bones stalking majestically up and down the beach. "What is the matter with you?" demanded Hamilton. "Fever?" "Not at all," replied Bones, huskily; but with a fine carelessness. "You look as if you hadn't had a sleep for months," said Hamilton. Bones shrugged his shoulders. "Dear old fellow," said he, "it isn't for nothing that I'm called 'the sleepless one'--don't make sceptical noises, dear old officer, but pursue your inquiries among the indigenous natives, especially Bosambo--an hour is all I want--just a bit of a snooze and a bath and I'm bright an' vigilant." "Take your hour," said Hamilton briefly. "You'll need it." His interview with Bosambo was short and, for Bosambo, painful. Nevertheless he unbent in the end to give the chief a job after his heart.