Part 22 (1/2)

”'Oo know noting at all,” retorted Flatnose, who was a loyal subject.

”Is not de chief de fader of de peepil? Can dere be peepil widout a fader--eh? G.o.d made de chief--who says dat chief is not wise? He _is_ wise, but um's child'n am big fools!”

Kambira nodded his head and smiled at this, and there was a general inclination on the part of most of the audience to applaud, for there, as elsewhere, men have a tendency to be blown about by every wind of doctrine.

It was amusing to observe the earnestness and freedom with which men of the lowest grade a.s.saulted the opinions of their betters on this occasion. Unable at other times, or in any other way, to bring themselves into importance, they were glad of the opportunity to do so with their tongues, and, like their civilised types, they a.s.sumed an air of mock modesty.

”Oh!” cried one of these, in reply to Flatnose, ”we is littil infants; we is still holdin' on to de boosums ob our moders; we not able to walk alone; we knows notin' at all; but on _dis_ point, we knows that you old men speak like de ignorint peepil. We nebber hear such nonsense-- nebber!”

No notice was taken of this, but Frizzyhead, whose pa.s.sion was rising to white heat in consequence of the glibness of his opponent's tongue, cried out--”'Oo cannot prove wat 'ou says?”

”Oh yes, can prove it well 'nuff,” replied Flatnose, ”but 'oos no' got brain for onerstand.”

This last was too much for poor Frizzyhead, who leaped up, stuttered, and cried--”Can 'oo outrun me, then?”

”Ye--ye--yes!” gasped Flatnose, springing up.

Away they went like two hunted springboks, and ran for a mile, then turned and came back into camp streaming with perspiration, little Frizzyhead far ahead of the big man, and rejoicing in the fact that he could beat his opponent in a race, if not in an argument. Thus was peace restored. Pity that civilised arguments cannot be terminated in the same way!

While these discussions were going on, Disco observed that hyenas were occasionally to be seen prowling near the verge of the bushes around them, as if anxious to join in the feast, which no doubt was the case.

”Don't they do mischief sometimes?” he inquired of Antonio.

”No; him a cowardly beast. Him come at mans when sleepin' or dyin', but not at oder time. 'Oo like see me catch um?”

”Why, yes, if 'ee can do it,” answered Disco, with a slight look of contempt at his friend, who bore too much resemblance in some points to the hyena.

”Come here, den.”

They went together into the jungle a little distance, and halted under the branch of a large tree. To this Antonio suspended a lump of raw flesh, at such a height from the ground that a hyena could only reach it by leaping. Directly underneath it he planted a short spear in the earth with its point upward.

”Now, come back to fire,” he said to Disco; ”'ou soon hear sometin'.”

Antonio was right. In a short time afterwards a sharp yell was heard, and, on running to the trap, they found a hyena in its death-agonies.

It had leaped at the meat, missed it, and had come down on the spear and impaled itself.

”Well, of all the fellers I ever know'd for dodges,” said Disco, on reseating himself at the fire, ”the men in these lat.i.tudes are the cleverest.”

By this time dancing was going on furiously; therefore, as it would have been impossible to sleep, Disco refilled his pipe and amused himself by contemplating the intelligent countenance of Kambira, who sat smoking bang out of a huge native meerschaum on the other side of the fire.

”I wonder,” said Harold, who lay stretched on a sleeping-mat, leaning on his right arm and gazing contemplatively at the glowing heart of the fire; ”I wonder what has become of Yoosoof?”

”Was 'ee thinkin' that he deserved to be shoved in there?” asked Disco, pointing to the fire.

”Not exactly,” replied Harold, laughing; ”but I have frequently thought of the scoundrel, and wondered where he is and what doing now. I have sometimes thought too, about that girl Azinte, poor thing. She--”

He paused abruptly and gazed at Kambira with great surprise, not unmixed with alarm, for the chief had suddenly dropped his pipe and glared at him in a manner that cannot be described. Disco observed the change also, and was about to speak, when Kambira sprang over the fire and seized Harold by the arm.

There was something in the movement, however, which forbade the idea of an attack, therefore he lay still.

”What now, Kambira?” he said.

”Antonio,” cried the chief, in a voice that brought the interpreter to his side in a twinkling; ”what name did the white man speak just now?”