Bones came with an escort of four men. He walked slowly up the cut steps in the hillside and sat upon the stool to the chief"s right; and no sooner had he seated himself than, without preliminary, he began to speak. And he spoke of Sanders, of his splendour and his power; of his love for all people and his land, and also M"ilitani, who these men respected because of his devilish blue eyes.
At first he spoke slowly, because he found a difficulty in breathing, and then as he found himself, grew more and more lucid and took a larger grasp of the language.
"Now," said he, "I come to you, being young in the service of the Government, and unworthy to tread in my lord Sandi"s way. Yet I hold the laws in my two hands even as Sandi held them, for laws do not change with men, neither does the sun change whatever be the land upon which it shines. Now, I say to you and to all men, deliver to me the slayer of B"chumbiri that I may deal with him according to the law."
There was a dead silence, and Bones waited.
Then the silence grew into a whisper, from a whisper into a babble of suppressed talk, and finally somebody laughed. Bones stood up, for this was his supreme moment.
"Come out to me, O killer!" he said softly, "for who am I that I can injure you? Did I not hear some voice say g"la g"la, and is not g"la g"la the name of a fool? O, wise and brave men of the Akasava who sit there quietly, daring not so much as to lift a finger before one who is a fool!" the name of a fool? O, wise and brave men of the Akasava who sit there quietly, daring not so much as to lift a finger before one who is a fool!"
Again the silence fell. Bones, his helmet on the back of his head, his hands thrust into his pockets, came a little way down the hill towards the semi-circle of waiting eldermen.
"O, brave men!" he went on, "O, wonderful seeker of danger! Behold! I, g"la g"la, a fool, stand before you and yet the killer of B"chumbiri sits trembling and will not rise before me, fearing my vengeance. Am I so terrible?"
His wide open eyes were fixed upon the uncle of B"chumbiri, and the old man returned the gaze defiantly.
"Am I so terrible?" Bones went on, gently. "Do men fear me when I walk? Or run to their huts at the sound of my puc-a-puc? Do women wring their hands when I pa.s.s?"
Again there was a little t.i.tter, but M"gobo, the uncle of B"chumbiri, grimacing now in his rage, was not among the laughers.
"Yet the brave one who slew"
M"gobo sprang to his feet.
"Lord," he said harshly, "why do you put all men to shame for your sport?"
"This is no sport, M"gobo," answered Bones quickly. "This is a palaver, a killing palaver. Was it a woman who slew B"chumbiri? so that she is not present at this palaver. Lo, then I go to hold council with women!"
M"gobo"s face was all distorted like a man stricken with paralysis.
"Tibbetti!" he said, "I slew B"chumbiri according to custom and I will answer to Sandi, who is a man, and understands such palavers."
"Think well," said Bones, deathly white, "think well, O man, before you say this."
"I killed him, O fool," said M"gobo loudly, "though his father turned woman at the last with these hands I cut him, using two knives"
"d.a.m.n you!" said Bones, and shot him dead.
Hamilton, so far convalescent that he could smoke a cigarette, heard the account without interruption.
"So there you are, sir," said Bones at the side. "An" I felt like a jolly old murderer, but, dear old officer, what was I to do?"
Still Hamilton said nothing, and Bones shifted uncomfortably.
"For goodness gracious sake don"t sit there like a bally old owl," he said, fretfully. "Was I wrong?"
Hamilton smiled.
"You"re a jolly old commissioner, sir," he mimicked, "and for two pins I"d mention you in dispatches."
Bones examined the piping of his khaki jacket and extracted the pins.
THE MAN WHO DID NOT SLEEP.
No doubt whatever but that Lieutenant Tibbetts of the Houssas had a pretty taste for romance. It led him to exercise latent powers of imagination and to garnish his voluminous correspondence with details of happenings which had no very solid foundation in fact.
On one occasion he had called down the heavy sarcasm of his superior officer by a reference to lions a reference which Hamilton"s sister had seen and, in the innocence of her heart, had referred to in a letter to her brother.
Whereupon Bones swore to himself that he would carefully avoid corresponding with any person who might have the remotest acquaintance with the remotest of Hamilton"s relatives.
Every mail night Captain Hamilton underwent a cross-examination which at once baffled and annoyed him.
Picture a great room, the walls of varnished matchboarding, the bare floor covered in patches by skins. There are twelve windows covered with fine mesh wire and looking out to the broad verandah which runs round the bungalow. The furniture is mainly wicker work, a table or two bearing framed photographs (one has been cleared for the huge gramophone which Bones has introduced to the peaceful life of headquarters). There are no pictures on the walls save the inevitable five Queen Victoria, King Edward, Queen Alexandra, and in a place of honour above the door the King and his Consort.
A great oil lamp hangs from the centre of the boarded ceiling, and under this the big solid table at either side of which two officers write silently and industriously, for the morrow brings the mail boat.
Silent until Bones looked up thoughtfully.
"Do you know the Gripps, of Beckstead, dear old fellow?"
"No."
"None of your people know "em?" hopefully.
"No how the d.i.c.kens do I know?"
"Don"t get chuffy, dear old chap."
Then would follow another silence, until "Do you happen to be acquainted with the Lomands of Fife?"
"No."
"I suppose none of your people know "em?"
Hamilton would put down his pen, resignation on his face.
"I have never heard of the Lomands unless you refer to the Loch Lomonds; nor to the best of my knowledge and belief are any of my relations in blood or in law in any way acquainted with them."
"Cheer oh!" said Bones, gratefully.
Another ten minutes, and then: "You don"t know the Adamses of Oxford, do you, sir?"
Hamilton, in the midst of his weekly report, chucked down his pen.
"No; nor the Eves of Cambridge, nor the Serpents of Eton, nor the Angels of Harrow."
"I suppose" began Bones.
"Nor are my relations on speaking terms with them. They don"t know the Adamses, nor the Cains, nor the Abels, nor the Moseses, nor the Noahs."
"That"s all I wanted to know, sir," said an injured Bones. "There"s no need to peeve, sir."
Step by step Bones was compiling a directory of people to whom he might write without restraint, providing he avoided mythical lion hunts and confined himself to anecdotes which were suggestively complimentary to himself.
Thus he wrote to one pal of his at Biggestow to the effect that he was known to the natives as "The-Man-Who-Never-Sleeps," meaning thereby that he was a most vigilant and relentless officer, and the recipients of this information, fired with a sort of local patriotism, sent the remarkable statement to the Biggestow Herald and Observer and Hindhead Guardian Biggestow Herald and Observer and Hindhead Guardian, thereby upsetting all Bones" artful calculations.
"What the devil does "Man-Who-Never-Sleeps" mean?" asked a puzzled Hamilton.
"Dear old fellow," said Bones, incoherently, "don"t let"s discuss it... I can"t understand how these things get into the bally papers."
"If," said Hamilton, turning the cutting over in his hand, "if they called you "The-Man-Who-Jaws-So-Much-That-n.o.body-Can-Sleep," I"d understand it, or if they called you "The-Man-Who-Sleeps-With-His-Mouth-Open-Emitting-Hideous-Noises," I could under- stand it."
"The fact is, sir," said Bones, in a moment of inspiration, "I"m an awfully light sleeper in fact, sir, I"m one of those chaps who can get along with a couple of hours" sleep I can sleep anywhere at any time dear old Wellin"ton was similarly gifted in fact, sir, there are one or two points of resemblance between Wellington and I, which you might have noticed, sir."
"Speak no ill of the dead," reproved Hamilton; "beyond your eccentric noses I see no points of resemblance."
It was on a morning following the despatch of the mail that Hamilton took a turn along the firm sands to settle in his mind the problem of a certain Middle Island.
Middle Islands, that is to say the innumerable patches of land which sprinkle the river in its broad places, were a never-ending problem to Sanders and his successor. Upon these Middle Islands the dead were laid to rest from the river you saw the graves with fluttering ragged flags of white cloth planted about them and the right of burial was a matter of dispute when the mainland at one side of the river was Isisi land, and Akasava the other. Also some of the larger Middle Islands were colonised.
Hamilton had news of a coming palaver in relation to one of these.
Now, on the river, it is customary for all who desire intertribal palavers to announce their intention loudly and insistently. And if Sanders had no objection he made no move, if he did not think the palaver desirable he stopped it. It was a simple arrangement, and it worked.
Hamilton came back from his four-mile const.i.tutional satisfied in his mind that the palaver should be held. Moreover, they had, on this occasion, asked permission. He could grant this with an easy mind, being due in the neighbourhood of the disputed territory in the course of a week.
It seemed that an Isisi fisherman had been spearing in Akasava waters, and had, moreover, settled, he and his family to the number of forty, on Akasava territory. Whereupon an Akasava fishing community, whose rights the intruder had violated, rose up in its wrath and beat Issmeri with sticks.
Then the king of the Isisi sent a messenger to the king of Akasava begging him to stay his hand "against my lawful people, for know this, Iberi, that I have a thousand spears and young men eager for fire."
And Iberi replied with marked unpleasantness that there were in the Akasava territory two thousand spears no less inclined to slaughter.
In a moment of admirable moderation, significant of the change which Mr Commissioner Sanders had wrought in these warlike peoples, they accepted Hamilton"s suggestion sent by special envoy and held a "small palaver," agreeing that the question of the disputed fishing ground should be settled by a third person.
And they chose Bosambo, paramount and magnificent chief of the Ochori, as arbitrator. Now, it was singularly unfortunate that the question was ever debatable. And yet it was, for the fishing ground in question was off one of the many Middle Islands. In this case the island was occupied by Akasava fishermen on the one sh.o.r.e and by the intruding Isisi on the other. If you can imagine a big "Y" and over it a little "o" and over that again an inverted "Y" and drawing this you prolong the four p.r.o.ngs of the Y"s, you have a rough idea of the topography of the place. To the left of the lower "Y" mark the word "Isisi," to the right the word "Akasava" until you reach a place where the two right hand p.r.o.ngs meet, and here you draw a line and call all above it "Ochori." The "o" in the centre is the middle island set in a shallow lake through which the river (the stalk, of the Y"s) runs.
Bosambo came down in state with ten canoes filled with counsellors and bodyguard. He camped on the disputed ground, and was met thereon by the chiefs affected.
"O, Iberi and T"lingi!" said he, as he stepped ash.o.r.e, "I come in peace, bringing all my wonderful counsellors, that I may make you as brothers, for as you know I have a white man"s way of knowing all their magic, and being a brother in blood to our Lord Tibbetti, Moon-in-the-Eye."
"This we know, Bosambo," said Iberi, looking askance at the size of Bosambo"s retinue, "and my stomach is proud that you bring so vast an army of high men to us, for I see that you have brought rich food for them."
He saw nothing of the sort, but he wanted things made plain at the beginning.
"Lord Iberi," said Bosambo, loftily, "I bring no food, for that would have been shameful, and men would have said: "Iberi is a mean man who starves the guests of his house." But only one half of my wise people shall sit in your huts, Iberi, and the other half will rest with T"lingi of the Akasava, and feed according to law. And behold, chiefs and headmen, I am a very just man not to be turned this way or that by the giving of gifts or by kindness shown to my people. Yet my heart is so human and so filled with tenderness for my people, that I ask you not to feed them too richly or give them presents of beauty, lest my n.o.ble mind be influenced."
Whereupon his forces were divided, and each chief ransacked his land for delicacies to feed them.
It was a long palaver too long for the chiefs.
Was the island Akasava or Isisi? Old men of either nation testified with oaths and swearings of death and other high matters that it was both.
From dawn to sunset Bosambo sat in the thatched palaver house, and on either side of him was a gra.s.s pot into which he tossed from time to time a grain of corn.
And every grain stood for a successful argument in favour of one or the other of the contestants the pot to the right being for the Akasava, and that to the left for the Isisi.
And the night was given up to festivity, to the dancing of girls and the telling of stories and other n.o.ble exercises.
On the tenth day Iberi met T"lingi secretly.
"T"lingi," said Iberi, "it seems to me that this island is not worth the keeping if we have to feast this thief Bosambo and search our lands for his pleasure."
"Lord Iberi," agreed his rival, "that is also in my mind let us go to this robber of our food and say the palaver shall finish tomorrow, for I do not care whether the island is yours or mine if we can send Bosambo back to his land."
"You speak my mind," said Iberi, and on the morrow they were blunt to the point of rudeness.
Whereupon Bosambo delivered judgment.
"Many stories have been told," said he, "also many lies, and in my wisdom I cannot tell which is lie and which is truth. Moreover, the grains of corn are equal in each pot. Now, this I say, in the name of my uncle Sandi, and my brother Tibbetti (who is secretly married to my sister"s cousin), that neither Akasava nor Isisi shall sit in this island for a hundred years."
"Lord, you are wise," said the Akasava chief, well satisfied, and Iberi was no less cheered, but asked: "Who shall keep this island free from Akasava or Isisi? For men may come and there will be other palavers and perhaps fighting?"
"That I have thought of," said Bosambo, "and so I will raise a village of my own people on this island, and put a guard of a hundred men all this I will do because I love you both the palaver is finished."
He rose in his stately way, and with his drums beating and the bright spearheads of his young men a-glitter in the evening sunlight, embarked in his ten canoes, having expanded his territory without loss to himself like the imperialist he was.
For two days the chiefs of the Akasava and the Isisi were satisfied with the justice of an award which robbed them both without giving an advantage to either. Then an uneasy realisation of their loss dawned upon them. Then followed a swift exchange of messages and Bosambo"s colonisation scheme was unpleasantly checked.
Hamilton was on the little lake which is at the end of the N"gini River when he heard of the trouble, and from the high hills at the far end of the Lake sent a helio message staring and blinking across the waste.
Bones, fishing in the river below Ikan, picked up the instructions, and went flying up the river as fast as the new naphtha launch could carry him.
He arrived in time to cover the shattered remnants of Bosambo"s fleet as they were being swept northward from whence they came.
Bones went insh.o.r.e to the island, the water jacket of a Maxim gun exposed over the bow, but there was no opposition.