Part 35 (2/2)
”Is the world so full of people that you coht that I shall kill you and fry your heart, for I do not like to see you sitting by a fire before my hut”
He said all this with a ferocious mien, and the man before the fire shi+fted uneasily
”Master, I expected this,” he said, ”for I see you are a proudyour wisdoani tossed the buck to one side and sat down, staring threateningly and laying the haft of his spears across his bare knee
Then the other erly
The sun ca with great force, I
”So, master,” he concluded, ”ill kill Sandi when he comes to palaver Ifiba, M'bwka, and a cousin of my mother's, will put spears into hiani nodded his head wisely
”That is true,” he said, ”people who kill white reatly honoured, because all the other nations will say: 'Behold, these are the people who kill white er went on, ”o to the boat that smokes and slay all who are with hiani; ”when I kill white men I also kill their friends”
He discussed his deeds to soani made a meal of fish and manioc, polished the steel blades of his spears et sand, dried therass, and laid himself down in the shade of the hut to sleep
He ake in the early part of the afternoon, and went plunging into the river, swi strokes
Then he swam back to shore, let the sun dry him, and dressed hie slowly, and found it agitated More especially so was the chief, that wise capita, for news had arrived that Sandi was co the bend of the river
A plan had miscarried; Sanders o days ahead of time, and Ifiba and M'bwka, his trusty men, were away on an expedition, and there was no time to substitute unseasoned assassins
The steamer drifted broadside to the shore, one stern wheel revolving lazily, and then they saw, Ist the rest, that the decks were croith soldiers, impassive brown men in blue unifor their rifles high the soldiers ca to the shore, and with them a white officer but not Sandi
It was a brusque, white man
”Who is the chief here?” he said crossly
”Lord, I am that man,” said the stout chief, all a-flutter
”Take that rasped the chief and deftly swung him round; a corporal of Houssas snapped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists
”Lord,” he whined, ”why this shareat thief,” said the Houssa officer, ”a provoker of war and a dealer in slaves”