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Then he spoke to Cazi Moto in a vibrating voice. "Bring me the chest of medicines. Now," he went on to Winkleman, when this command had been executed, "kindly read to me the labels on all these bottles; begin at the left. All, please." He listened attentively while Winkleman obeyed. The pilocarpin was present; the atropin was gone. "You have not deceived me?" he cried sharply.
And yet," he added, as his step became slower, for he was thinking closer than usual, "it may be easier for me to choose my words more carefully, and to repress the unkindness of tone that gives them a double force, than for her to help feeling pain at their utterance." Right, Mr. Winkleman! That is the common sense of the whole matter.
They talked at great length, without bothering to remove the dead headman. The result was finally a continued respect for Simba, his magic bone, and his ready rifle; but a lingering though polite incredulity as to the matter of Winkleman Bwana Nyele. It was possible that Simba had killed the latter, of course. But to have taken him alive and to be holding him prisoner
Twice had she been in the kitchen, to see how breakfast was progressing, and to enjoin the careful preparation of a favourite dish with which she had purposed to surprise her husband. "It will be ready in a few minutes," said Mrs. Winkleman. "The fire hasn't burned freely this morning." "If it isn't one thing, it is another," growled the husband. "I'm getting tired of this irregularity.
"Too bad! too bad!" he had just ejaculated when the bell rung. "At last!" he muttered, and strode towards the breakfast-room. The children followed in considerable disorder, and Mrs. Winkleman, after hastily arranging her hair, and putting on a morning cap, joined them at the table. It took some moments to restore order among the little ones. The dish that Mrs.
Fitly spoken, they fall like the sunshine, the dew, and the fertilizing rain; but, when unfitly, like the frost, the hail, and the desolating tempest. Some men speak as they feel or think, without calculating the force of what they say; and then seem very much surprised if any one is hurt or offended. To this class belonged Mr. Winkleman. His wife was a loving, sincere woman, quick to feel.
Indeed it had all been carefully rehearsed. Winkleman said only what he had agreed to say; and thereby earned his finger. "This man holds me prisoner," he told the gun bearer. "What he says is true. Do what he asks you to do. It is my command." "Yes, bwana," agreed the gun bearer. Then they parted.
He was no such fool as to turn Winkleman loose to his own devices; but he compromised by untying the Bavarian's wrists, and doubling the thongs by which the latter's ankles were hitched to the larger timbers of the banda. Also he instructed the sentinel to keep the fire bright, to watch Bwana Nyele, and to stop instantly any and all movements of the hands toward the feet.
Winkleman might as well have talked at a stone wall. He soon recognized this, as also that the man had been coached minutely. "Who is your bwana?" he asked at length. "He is a very great bwana," Simba replied. "His name?" "He has many names among many people." "What name do you call him?" Winkleman gave up this tack and tried another. "What is his business? What does he do here?"
"Suh!" "Bring here the magic bone. The bwana wishes to look at it. No; it is all right. I myself tell you; no harm can come." Reluctantly Simba produced the bone, now fittingly wrapped in clean mericani cloth, and still more reluctantly undid it and handed it to Winkleman. The latter seized it and began minutely to examine it, muttering short, disconnected sentences to himself in German.
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