followed out of sight of the safari

"Yes, _bwana_." "It is important that you make yourself a _shenzi_. This magic is a bad magic otherwise. Then at the moment I have named, Simba as a _shenzi_ will take this magic bone and hold it out to _Bwana_ Nyele saying nothing. _Bwana_ Nyele will say words, perhaps in Swahili which Simba will understand; perhaps in some other language which he will not understand. Simba must point thus; and then must start in that direction. _Bwana_ Nyele will follow a few steps. Then Simba will say: 'Many more, _bwana_, over there only a little distance.'" Kingozi uttered this last sentence in atrocious Swahili. "You must say it in just that way, like a _shenzi_. Say it." Simba repeated the words and accent. "Yes, that is it. Then say nothing more, no matter what he asks; and do not let him touch the magic bone. Point. He will follow you; and when he has followed out of sight of the safari you will all seize him and tie him fast. The rest is as I have commanded." "How does _bwana_ know how these things will happen thus?" breathed Simba in awestricken tones. "It is a magic," replied Kingozi gravely. Over and over he drilled them until the details were thoroughly understood. Then he dismissed them and leaned back with a sigh. The plan was simple, but ought to work. At the moment of making camp Winkleman would be less apt than at any other time to take with him an escort-- especially if his interest or cupidity were aroused--for every one would be exceedingly busy. And no fear about the interest and cupidity! The "magic" bone Kingozi had confided to Simba was a fragment of a Pleistocene fossil. Kingozi himself valued it highly, but he hoped and expected to get it back. It made excellent bait, which no scientist could resist. Of course there might be a second white man with Winkleman, but from the reported size of the latter's safari he thought not. All in all, Kingozi had great reliance in his magic. At the end of fifteen minutes Simba came to report. "All is ready, _bwana_," he said, "and we start now. But if _bwana_ could let me take a lantern, which I have in my hand, we could travel also at night." The lantern, as Kingozi well knew, was not for the purpose of casting light in the path, but as some slight measure of protection against lions. "Let me have it," he ordered. It was passed into his hands, and proved to be one of the two oil lanterns kept for emergencies. But Kingozi sent the headman for one of the candle lanterns in everyday use, and a half-dozen short candles.