Part 15 (1/2)
”Master, my father was chief before
”What of Tagondo,of Carter by his native name
”Master, he died,” said Olari; ”he died of the sickness o-the sickness itself”
”Surely,” said Sanders, nodding his head, ”surely you also shall die of the same sickness”
Olari looked round for a way of escape
He saw the Hon George looking fro himself at the correspondent's feet
”Master!” he cried, ”save esture; his interpreter told him the rest; and, as a Houssa servant reached out his hand to the chief, the son of the house of Widnes, strong in the sense of his righteousness, struck it back
”Look here, Sanders,” forgetting all his previousthe chief, ”I should say that you have punished this poor devil enough!”
”Take that ripped Olari by the shoulder and flung him backward
”You shall answer for this!” roared the Hon George Tackle, in i to do with hi forward, but the Houssas caught him and restrained him
”For what you have done,” said the correspondent-this was aaboard the homeward steamer-”you shall suffer!”
”I only wish to point out to you,” said Sanders, ”that if I had not arrived in the nick of ti to sacrifice you on the night I arrived Didn't you see the post?”
”That is a lie!” said the other ”I willwith your infamy The condition of your district is a blot on civilisation!”
”There is no doubt,” said Mr Justice Keneally, su up in the libel action, Sanders v The Courier and Echo and another, ”that the defendant Tackle did write a nu state aspect of the case is that, coate the condition of affairs in the district of Lukati, he did not even trouble to find out where Lukati was As you have been told, gentlemen of the jury, there are no less than four Lukatis in West Africa, the one in Togoland being the district in which it was intended the defendant should go How he came to mistake Lukati of British West Africa for the Lukati of Geroland, I do not know, but in order to bolster up his charges against a perfectly-innocent British official he brought forward a nuarded as da still to the newspaper that in its colossal ignorance published them”
The jury awarded Sanders nine thousand seven hundred and fifty pounds
CHAPTER VI
THE DANCING STONES
Heroes should be tall and handso eyes; Sanders was not so tall, was yellow of face, entle address, full of soft phrases, for such tender women who come over their horizon; Sanders was a dispassionate htest provocation, and had no use for women any way
When you place a h that throne be a wooden stool worth in the mart fourpence reatly outweighs all the satisfaction or personal gratification you rave in Toledo, a slab of brass, over a great king-nificance The epitaph upon that brass toe of life and human effort
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