Part 14 (1/2)
”_Kiboko?_” she inquired.
”Perhaps--but you have rather overdone that. We shall see.”
”I heard you talk with that old man a few moments ago,” she said. ”And I heard also much talk of our men about it. He is a very powerful chief--next to the _sultani_. Are not you afraid that your treatment of him will make trouble? You were not polite.”
”What else have you heard?”
”This _sultani_ has apparently several hundred villages. They keep goats, fat-tailed sheep, and some few cattle. They raise _m'wembe_, beans, peanuts, and bananas. They have a war caste of young men.”
Kingozi listened to her attentively.
”Good girl!” said he. ”You use your intelligence. These are all good points to know.”
”But this old man----”
”No; I have not insulted him. I know the native mind. I have merely convinced him that I am every bit as important a person as his _sultani_.”
”What do you do next? Call on the _sultani_.”
”By no means. Wait until he comes. If he does not come by, say to-morrow, send for him.”
Simba appeared leading a downcast _askari_ in irons. Kingozi waved his hand toward those waiting in the sun; and the new captive made the ninth.
”Now, Simba, go to the village of these _shenzis_. Tell the other three _askaris_ to come; and at once. Do not return without them.”
Simba, whose fierce soul all this delighted beyond expression, started off joyfully, trailed by a posse of his own choosing.
”What are you going to do?” asked the Leopard Woman curiously.
”Get them in line a bit,” replied Kingozi carelessly. ”I feel rather lazy and done up to-day; don't you?”
”That is so natural. And I am keeping your chair----”
”I've been many trips without one. This tree is good to lean against----”
They chatted about trivial matters. A certain ease had crept into their relations: a guard had been lowered. To a small extent they ventured to question each other, to indulge in those tentative explorations of personality so fascinating in the early stages of acquaintances.h.i.+p. To her inquiries Kingozi repeated that he was an ivory hunter and trader; he came into this country because new country alone offered profits in ivory these days; he had been in Africa for fifteen years. At this last she looked him over closely.
”You came out very young,” she surmised.
”When my father took me out of the medical school to put me into the ministry. I had a knack for doctoring. I ran away.”
”Why did you come to Africa?”
”Didn't particularly. Started for Iceland on a whaling s.h.i.+p. Sailed the seven seas after the brutes. Landed on the Gold Coast--and got left behind.”
She looked at him hard, and he laughed.
”'Left' with my kit and about sixty pounds I had hung on to since I left home--my own money, mind you! _And_ a harpoon gun! Lord!” he laughed again, ”think of it--a harpoon gun! You loaded it with about a peck of black powder. Normally, of course, it shot a harpoon, but you could very near cram a n.i.g.g.e.r baby down it! And kick! If you were the least bit off balance it knocked you flat. It was the most extraordinary cannon ever seen in Africa, and it inspired more respect, acquired me more _kudos_ than even my beard.”
”So _that's_ why you wear it!” she murmured.