ri spat to the left contemptuously.

The leader of the porters from Tete sprang forward with a cry of
exasperation. For this occasion he had bound round his waist the pelt
of one of the slaughtered sheep, and had made a head-dress of draggled
turaco feathers. He waved his sinewy arms, crouched, postured, tossed
back his head. His oration was less coherent than the Wasena's, but
more dramatic.

"The first moon since the rains! The season when the Mambava hold
their great dances! It is now that their forest will be full of music,
while their warriors gather in the place that they know of, to dance to
the moon. We will not enter the country of the Mambava while they
dance to the moon!"

A hoarse outcry rose toward the multitude of stars:

"We will not enter the country of the Mambava when they dance to the
moon!"

The askaris, their fezzes cocked jauntily, impatiently shuffled their
sandals of giraffe hide, and hitched up their belts in which were
thrust broad-bladed Somali knives.

"They are rabbits," the askaris affirmed. "Even this lady shames them.
They are less than women." They turned their fierce eyes toward Lilla,
calling out to her, "Here we stand, Ya Bibi!" There was a savage
insinuation in that cry.

In order to respond, Parr sat down in a chair, the immemorial symbol of
authority. He spoke in Swahili. After each sentence he paused, so
that his words might be translated by the headmen of the porters into
their tribal dialects. His voice rose faintly, almost ineffectually
contending against the sounds of the insects. He looked very small and
ghastly in the firelight; he was sick to his bones, feeling just as he
had felt before the black-water fever. The great semicircle of hostile
eyes perceived all his weakness. In the opinion of his antagonists his
face bore the seal of death. This representative of the white-skinned
super-race was revealed as weaker than they--no trace of the white
man's conquering will was to be discerned in his feeble countenance.
Why listen any more?

Their leaders no longer troubled to translate his words.

He went on, however, with the last of his strength holding fast to the
thought of paying his debt in full.

In that land, he declared, none would dare to hurt the friends of
Muene-Motapa's friend. They should return telling how they had passed
unharmed, even honored, through the country of the Mambava. He
promised them double pay--while groping for some fu