"To-morrow is also a day," quoth Sanders.
Hamilton was first on the deck of the s.s. _Paretta_, and found his sister and a debonair and complacent Bones waiting for him. With them was an officer whom Hamilton recognized.
"Company accounts all correct, sir," said Bones, "audited by the jolly old paymaster"--he saluted the other officer--"an" found correct, sir, thus antic.i.p.atin" all your morose an" savage criticisms."
Hamilton gripped his hand and grinned.
"Bones was really wonderful," said the girl, "they wouldn"t have seen us if it hadn"t been for his idea."
"Saved by wireless, sir," said Bones nonchalantly. "It was a mere nothin"--just a flash of inspiration."
"You got the wireless to work?" asked Hamilton incredulously.
"No, sir," said Bones. "But I wanted a little extra steam to get up to the ship, so I burnt the dashed thing. I knew it would come in handy sooner or later."
CHAPTER V
THE REMEDY
Beyond the far hills, which no man of the Ochori pa.s.sed, was a range of blue mountains, and behind this again was the L"Mandi country. This adventurous hunting men of the Ochori had seen, standing in a safe place on the edge of the Great King"s country. Also N"gombi people, who are notoriously disrespectful of all ghosts save their own, had, upon a time, penetrated the northern forest to a high knoll which Nature had shaped to the resemblance of a hayrick.
A huntsman climbing this after his lawful quarry might gain a nearer view of the blue mountains, all streaked with silver at certain periods of the year, when a hundred streams came leaping with feathery feet from crag to crag to strengthen the forces of the upper river, or, as some said, to create through underground channels the big lakes M"soobo and T"sambi at the back of the N"gombi country.
And on summer nights, when the big yellow moon came up and showed all things in her own chaste way, you might see from the knoll of the hayrick these silver ribbons all a-glitter, though the bulk of the mountain was lost to sight.
The river folk saw little of the L"Mandi, because L"Mandi territory lies behind the country of the Great King, who looked with a jealous eye upon comings and goings in his land, and severely restricted the movement and the communications of his own people.
The Great King followed his uncle in the government of the pleasant O"Mongo lands, and he had certain advantages and privileges, the significance of which he very imperfectly interpreted.
His uncle had died suddenly at the hands of Mr. Commissioner Sanders, C.M.G., and the land itself might have pa.s.sed to the protection of the Crown, for there was gold in the country in large and payable quant.i.ties.
That such a movement was arrested was due largely to the L"Mandi and the influence they were able to exercise upon the European Powers by virtue of their military qualities. Downing Street was all for a permanent occupation of the chief city and the inst.i.tution of a conventional _regime_; but the L"Mandi snarled, clicked their heels, and made jingling noises with their great swords, and there was at that moment a Government in office in England which was rather impressed by heel-clicking and sword-jingling, and so the territory of the Great King was left intact, and was marked on all maps as Omongoland, and coloured red, as being within the sphere of British influence. On the other hand, the L"Mandi people had it tinted yellow, and described it as an integral portion of the German Colonial Empire.
There was little communication between L"Mandi and Sanders"s territory, but that little was more than enough for the Commissioner, since it took the shape of evangelical incursions carried out by missionaries who were in the happy position of not being obliged to say as much as "By your leave," since they had secured from a Government which was, as I say, impressed by heel-clicking and sword-jingling, an impressive doc.u.ment, charging "all commissioners, sub-commissioners, magistrates, and officers commanding our native forces," to give facilities to these good Christian gentlemen.
There were missionaries in the Territories who looked askance at their brethren, and Ferguson, of the River Mission, made a journey to headquarters to lay his views upon the subject before the Commissioner.
"These fellows aren"t missionaries at all, Mr. Sanders; they are just political agents utilizing sacred symbols to further a political propaganda."
"That is a Government palaver," smiled Sanders, and that was all the satisfaction Ferguson received. Nevertheless, Sanders was watchful, for there were times when the L"Mandi missioners and their friends strayed outside their sphere.
Once the L"Mandi folk had landed in a village in the middle Ochori, had flogged the headman, and made themselves free of the commodities which the people of the village had put aside for the payment of their taxation.
In his wrath, Bosambo, the chief, had taken ten war canoes; but Sanders, who had been in the Akasava on a shooting trip, was there before him, and had meted out swift justice to the evil-doers.
"And let me tell you, Bosambo," said Sanders severely, "that you shall not bring spears except at my word."
"Lord," said Bosambo, frankness itself, "if I disobeyed you, it was because I was too hot to think."
Sanders nodded.
"That I know," he said. "Now I tell you this, Bosambo, and this is the way of very wise men--that when they go to do evil things with a hot heart, they first sleep, and in their sleep their spirits go free and talk with the wise and the dead, and when they wake, their hearts are cool, and they see all the folly of the night, and their eyes are bright for their own faults."
"Master," said Bosambo, "you are my father and my mother, and all the people of the river you carry in your arms. Now I say to you that when I go to do an evil thing I will first sleep, and I will make all my people sleep also."
There are strange stories in circulation as to the manner in which Bosambo carried out this novel reform. There is the story of an Ochori wife-beater who, adjured by his chief, retired to slumber on his grievance, and came to his master the following morning with the information that he had not closed his eyes. Whereupon Bosambo clubbed him insensible, in order that Sanders"s plan might have a fair chance.
At least, this is the story which Hamilton retailed at breakfast one morning. Sanders, appealed to for confirmation, admitted cautiously that he had heard the legend, but did not trouble to make an investigation.
"The art of governing a native country," he said, "is the art of not asking questions."
"But suppose you want to know something?" demanded Patricia.
"Then," said Sanders, with a twinkle in his eyes, "you must pretend that you know."
"What is there to do to-day?" asked Hamilton, rolling his serviette.
He addressed himself to Lieutenant Tibbetts, who, to Sanders"s intense annoyance, invariably made elaborate notes of all the Commissioner said.
"Nothin" until this afternoon, sir," said Bones, closing his notebook briskly, "then we"re doin" a little deep-sea fishin"."
The girl made a grimace.
"We didn"t catch anything yesterday, Bones," she objected.
"We used the wrong kind of worm," said Bones confidently. "I"ve found a new worm nest in the plantation. Jolly little fellers they are, too."
"What are we doing to-day, Bones?" repeated Hamilton ominously.
Bones puckered his brows.
"Deep-sea fishin", dear old officer and comrade," he repeated, "an"
after dinner a little game of tiddly-winks--Bones _v._ jolly old Hamilton"s sister, for the championship of the River an" the Sanders Cup."
Hamilton breathed deeply, but was patient.
"Your King and your country," he said, "pay you seven and eightpence per diem----"
"Oh," said Bones, a light dawning, "you mean _work_?"
"Strange, is it not," mused Hamilton, "that we should consider----Hullo!"
They followed the direction of his eyes.
A white bird was circling groggily above the plantation, as though uncertain where to alight. There was weariness in the beat of its wings, in the irregularity of its flight. Bones leapt over the rail of the verandah and ran towards the square. He slowed down as he came to a place beneath the bird, and whistled softly.