(After about 4 yards he disappears into the grass. Benjamin and I stay kneeled, silent, and ready.)
One minute, three minutes, five minutes. My “rhino” knee is aching, I have to adjust my position. I look at my watch. It has now been seven minutes. Seven anxious minutes, listening for sounds, watching for movements up ahead, and hoping for Makali’s whistle that all is safe. Nothing so far. In the distance I hear the song of robins and warblers. The wind seems to be swirling now. This could be very bad! Ten minutes. Nothing. Suddenly a sound of swift movement in the grass behind us. I turn, raising my rifle.
“Easy cowboy. Careful with that thing, Mate.”
“Damn, Miles.” I’ve never been so happy to see anyone before. Miles and Benga fall-in besides us, loaded and ready. In a low whisper I quickly update both as to the situation. The four of us re-assume our kneeled positions. Twelve minutes!
A whistle. Finally. I painfully stand and see Makali walking towards us at about 20 yards.
“Bwana! Bwana!” almost in a scream. “You no believe!”