She looked at him long and fixedly, and he returned the stare; then she dropped her eyes. "Many men," she said.
"So I think," said Sanders.
He was eating his dinner when Abiboo came slowly toward him.
"Master, the man has died," he said.
Sanders looked at him narrowly.
"Which man?"
"The man you chicotted with your own hand," said Abiboo.
Now, the Commissioner had neither chicotted a man, nor had he ordered punishment, but he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "I will see him."
On the edge of the camp there was a little group about a prostrate figure. The Houssas fell apart with black looks as Sanders came near, and there was some muttering. Though Sanders did not see it, M"Lino looked strangely at Ahmid, a Houssa, who took up his rifle and went stealthily into the bush.
The Commissioner bent over the man who lay there, felt his breast, and detected no beat of heart.
"Get me my medicine chest," he said, but none obeyed him.
"Sergeant," he repeated, "bring my medicine chest!"
Abiboo saluted slowly, and, with every appearance of reluctance, went.
He came back with the case of undressed skin, and Sanders opened it, took out the ammonia bottle, and applied it to the man"s nose. He made no sign.
"We shall see," was all that Sanders said when the experiment failed. He took a hypodermic syringe and filled the little tube with a solution of strychnine. This he jabbed unceremoniously into the patient"s back. In a minute the corpse sat up, jerkily.
"Ha!" said Sanders, cheerfully; "I am evidently a great magician!"
He rose to his feet, dusted his knees, and beckoned the sergeant.
"Take four men and return to the place where you left Tembeli. If the leopards have not taken him, you will meet him on the road, because by this time he will have waked up."
He saw the party march off, then turned his attention to M"Lino.
"My woman," he said, "it is evident to me that you are a witch, although I have met your like before"-it was observed that the face of Sanders was very white. "I cannot flog you, because you are a woman, but I can kill you."
She laughed.
Their eyes met in a struggle for mastery, and so they stared at one another for a s.p.a.ce of time which seemed to Sanders a thousand years, but which was in all probability less than a minute.
"It would be better if you killed yourself," she said.
"I think so," said Sanders dully, and fumbled for his revolver.
It was half drawn, his thumb on the hammer, when a rifle banged in the bushes and the woman fell forward without a word.
Ahmid, the Houssa, was ever a bad shot.
"I believe," said Sanders, later, "that you took your rifle to kill me, being under the influence of M"Lino, so I will make no bad report against you."
"Master," said the Houssa simply, "I know nothing of the matter."
"That I can well believe," said Sanders, and gave the order to march.
CHAPTER XI.
THE WITCH-DOCTOR.
Nothing surprised Sanders except the ignorance of the average stay-at-home Briton on all matters pertaining to the savage peoples of Africa. Queer things happened in the "black patch"-so the coast officials called Sanders" territory-miraculous, mysterious things, but Sanders was never surprised. He had dealings with folks who believed in ghosts and personal devils, and he sympathised with them, realising that it is very difficult to ascribe all the evils of life to human agencies.
Sanders was an unquiet man, or so his const.i.tuents thought him, and a little mad; this also was the native view. Worst of all, there was no method in his madness.
Other commissioners might be depended upon to arrive after the rains, sending word ahead of their coming. This was a good way-the Isisi, the Ochori, and the N"Gombi people, everlastingly at issue, were agreed upon this-because, with timely warning of the Commissioner"s approach, it was possible to thrust out of sight the ugly evidence of fault, to clean up and make tidy the muddle of folly.
It was bad to step sheepishly forth from your hut into the clear light of the rising sun, with all the debris of an overnight feast mutely testifying to your discredit, and face the cold, unwavering eyes of a little brown-faced man in immaculate white. The switch he carried in his hand would be smacking his leg suggestively, and there were always four Houssa soldiers in blue and scarlet in the background, immobile, but alert, quick to obey.
Once Sanders came to a N"Gombi village at dawn, when by every known convention he should have been resting in his comfortable bungalow some three hundred miles down river.
Sanders came strolling through the village street just as the sun topped the trees and long shadows ran along the ground before the flood of lemon-coloured light.
The village was silent and deserted, which was a bad sign, and spoke of overnight orgies. Sanders walked on until he came to the big square near the palaver house, and there the black ruin of a dead fire smoked sullenly.
Sanders saw something that made him go raking amongst the embers.
"Pah!" said Sanders, with a wry face.
He sent back to the steamer for the full force of his Houssa guard, then he walked into the chief"s hut and kicked him till he woke.
He came out blinking and shivering, though the morning was warm.
"Telemi, son of O"ari," said Sanders, "tell me why I should not hang you-man-eater and beast."
"Lord," said the chief, "we chopped this man because he was an enemy, stealing into the village at night, and carrying away our goats and our dogs. Besides which, we did not know that you were near by."
"I can believe that," said Sanders.
A lo-koli beat the villages to wakefulness, and before a silent a.s.sembly the headman of the N"Gombi village was scientifically flogged.
Then Sanders called the elders together and said a few words of cheer and comfort.
"Only hyenas and crocodiles eat their kind," he said, "also certain fishes." (There was a general shudder, for amongst the N"Gombi to be likened to a fish is a deadly insult.) "Cannibals I do not like, and they are hated by the King"s Government. Therefore when it comes to my ears-and I have many spies-that you chop man, whether he be enemy or friend, I will come quickly and I will flog sorely; and if it should again happen I will bring with me a rope, and I will find me a tree, and there will be broken huts in this land."
Again they shuddered at the threat of the broken hut, for it is the custom of the N"Gombi to break down the walls of a dead man"s house to give his spirit free egress.