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Maybe he would find it convenient to keep us here as his 'white men' until it suits him to let us go. You see, he has got to think of himself as chief and of his people first." "I don't think he would treat us unfairly," said Compton, warmly, "especially as they owe so much to us." "That's nothing." "But, sir, these people were kind to my father; and Muata stood by us all along like a brick."
"And the enemy mocked him, saying, 'Is this Muata? saying, 'even the ant will make him cry aloud; and they smeared fat on him. They shook the ants over him, and they bit deep. They reviled him, they spat on him, as day by day he followed in the canoe tied to their greater canoe. They made plans about him to kill him, but the chief man said even a dog had his price.
"Should Hassan prevail in the fight, there would be no Muata to guide these our friends to safety." "He prevail!" cried the woman, sternly; then her finger shot out, and her form seemed to increase in stature. "Look, O warrior of feeble words; see how it greets the chief;" and her eyes blazed as she followed the flight of a great bird that swept out of the mist. "A sign a sign, my son."
"Why didn't you knock the beggar overboard?" said Compton. "What cheek!" "Does he know you recognized him?" said Mr. Hume. "The dog was afraid; but at the last he went away, thinking he led Muata by a rope, as he would lead a goat. Had Hassan, the wolf, tried to blind Muata so, then " The chief touched the hilt of his knife. "Let us hear the story."
The same thoughts seemed to come to each, as the boys judged from their actions; for from the ground their eyes ranged over the land, then were turned skywards. Muata pointed a finger at a ringed crow flying with bent head. "They killed," said Mr. Hume. "Oh!! They killed."
They left Muata giving directions for guarding the gate, and went back through the gorge into the valley, and down towards the village, where they were met by a band of women carrying torches and singing. The women formed a ring about them, and in this the chiefs mother danced, stamping her feet, and clapping her hands, while she sang of the battle. "We go up to the cave," said Mr.
The oily fat from the birds, which formed a layer on the top while the mess was boiling, had been carefully removed, and when it had cooled, Muata and his mother rubbed it over their faces, necks, arms, and hair until they glistened. "Well, I'm sugared!" said Compton. "Fat very good for the skin," said Muata, showing his teeth. "You try." "Better for the guns, chief.
He lifted his brows at us, and bared his teeth. Muata was afraid, but his mother called to him softly called to him not to run, called to him to drive this thing from her path. "Muata notched an arrow and smote the man-ape in the neck. Yoh! He stood like a man upright, and roared. His roar was like the roar of a lion in pain. Foam came from his lips, and his eyes were fierce.
Yet he showed no fear, never faltered, but walked up to the guns, picked them up within a foot of the spot where the length of the serpent had formed a loop, and returned. The lidless eyes watched, but not a coil moved. "It is well," said Muata, gravely, as he returned the rifles. "He means well by us."
"It's a beastly shame," said Venning, for about the fourth time, as he stared out at the black faces reflected in the blazing log-fires. "What is a shame?" asked Compton, who was inspecting the partition before seeking his hammock. "You know well enough. Not a soul stands by the chief; even his jackal bolted as soon as he jumped ashore." "Because Muata ordered him.
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