[Footnote 2: That which I call the Akasava proper is the very small, dominant clan of a tribe which is loosely called "Akasava," but is really Bowongo.]
"Old man, there is a hut in the forest for you," said N"gori, with significance, and the Counsellor wilted, because the huts in the forest are for the sick, the old, and the mad, and here they are left to starve and die; "for," N"gori went on, "all men know that Sandi has gone to his people across the black waters, and the M"ilitani rules. Also, in nights of storms there are men who see even devils."
With more than ordinary care he prepared for the final settling with Bosambo the Robber, and there is a suggestion that he was encouraged by the chiefs of other lands, who had grown jealous of the Ochori and their offensive rect.i.tude. Be that as it may, all things were made ready, even to the knives of sacrifice and the young saplings which had not been employed by the Akasava for their grisly work since the Year of Hangings.
At an hour before midnight the tireless _lokali_ sent out its call:
"We of the Akasava" (four long rolls and a quick succession of taps)
"Danger threatens" (a long roll, a short roll, and a triple tap-tap)
"Isisi fighting" (rolls punctuated by shorter tattoos)
"Come to me" (a long crescendo roll and patter of taps)
"Ochori" (nine rolls, curiously like the yelping of a dog)
So the message went out: every village heard and repeated. The Isisi threw the call northward; the N"gombi village, sent it westward, and presently first the Isisi, then the N"gombi, heard the faint answer: "Coming--the Breaker of Lives," and returned the message to N"gori.
"Now I shall also break lives," said N"gori, and sacrificed a goat to his success.
Sixteen hundred fighting men waited for the signal from the hidden _lokali_ player, on the far side of the river bend. At the first hollow rattle of his sticks, N"gori pushed off in his royal canoe.
"Kill!" he roared, and went out in the white light of dawn to greet ten Ochori canoes, riding in fanshape formation, having as their centre a white and speckless _Zaire_ alive with Houssas and overburdened with the slim muzzles of Hotchkiss guns.
"Oh, Ko!" said N"gori dismally, "this is a bad palaver!"
In the centre of his city, before a reproving squad of Houssas, a dumb man, taken in the act of armed aggression, N"gori stood.
"You"re a naughty boy," said Bones, reproachfully, "and if jolly old Sanders were here--my word, you"d catch it!"
N"gori listened to the unknown tongue, worried by its mystery. "Lord, what happens to me?" he asked.
Bones looked very profound and scratched his head. He looked at the Chief, at Bosambo, at the river all aglow in the early morning sunlight, at the _Zaire_, with her sinister guns a-glitter, and then back at the Chief. He was not well versed in the dialect of the Akasava, and Bosambo must be his interpreter.
"Very serious offence, old friend," said Bones, solemnly; "awfully serious--muckin" about with spears and all that sort of thing. I"ll have to make a dooce of an example of you--yes, by Heaven!"
Bosambo heard and imperfectly understood. He looked about for a likely tree where an unruly chief might sway with advantage to the community.
"You"re a bad, bad boy," said Bones, shaking his head; "tell him."
"Yes, sah!" said Bosambo.
"Tell him he"s fined ten dollars."
But Bosambo did not speak: there are moments too full for words and this was one of them.
CHAPTER II
THE DISCIPLINARIANS
Lieutenant Augustus Tibbetts of the Houssas stood at attention before his chief. He stood as straight as a ramrod, his hands to his sides, his eyegla.s.s jammed in his eye, and Hamilton of the Houssas looked at him sorrowfully.
"Bones, you"re an a.s.s!" he said at last.
"Yes, sir," said Bones.
"I sent you to Ochori to prevent a ma.s.sacre, you catch a chief in the act of ambushing an enemy and instead of chucking him straight into the Village of Iron you fine him ten dollars."
"Yes, sir," said Bones.
There was a painful pause.
"Well, you"re an a.s.s!" said Hamilton, who could think of nothing better to say.
"Yes, sir," said Bones; "I think you"re repeating yourself, sir. I seem to have heard a similar observation before."
"You"ve made Bosambo and the whole of the Ochori as sick as monkeys, and you"ve made me look a fool."
"Hardly my responsibility, sir," said Bones, gently.
"I hardly know what to do with you," said Hamilton, drawing his pipe from his pocket and slowly charging it. "Naturally, Bones, I can never let you loose again on the country." He lit his pipe and puffed thoughtfully. "And of course----"
"Pardon me, sir," said Bones, still uncomfortably erect, "this is intended to be a sort of official inquiry an" all that sort of thing, isn"t it?"
"It is," said Hamilton.
"Well, sir," said Bones, "may I ask you not to smoke? When a chap"s honour an" reputation an" all that sort of thing is being weighed in the balance, sir, believe me, smokin" isn"t decent--it isn"t really, sir."
Hamilton looked round for something to throw at his critic and found a tolerably heavy book, but Bones dodged and fielded it dexterously. "And if you must chuck things at me, sir," he added, as he examined the t.i.tle on the back of the missile, "will you avoid as far as possible usin" the sacred volumes of the Army List? It hurts me to tell you this, sir, but I"ve been well brought up."
"What"s the time?" asked Hamilton, and his second-in-command examined his watch.
"Ten to tiffin," he said. "Good Lord, we"ve been ga.s.sin" an hour. Any news from Sanders?"
"He"s in town--that"s all I know--but don"t change the serious subject, Bones. Everybody is awfully disgusted with you--Sanders would have at least brought him to trial."
"I couldn"t do it, sir," said Bones, firmly. "Poor old bird! He looked such an a.s.s, an" moreover reminded me so powerfully of an aunt of mine that I simply couldn"t do it."
No doubt but that Lieut. Francis Augustus Tibbetts of the Houssas, with his sun-burnt nose, his large saucer eyes, and his air of solemn innocence, had shaken the faith of the impressionable folk. This much Hamilton was to learn: for Tibbetts had been sent with a party of Houssas to squash effectively an incipient rebellion in the Akasava, and having caught N"gori in the very act of most treacherously and most d.a.m.nably preparing an ambush for a virtuous Bosambo, Chief of the Ochori, had done no more than fine him ten dollars.
And this was in a land where even the Spanish dollar had never been seen save by Bosambo, who was reported to have more than his share of silver in a deep hole beneath the floor of his hut.