bosambo, the chief of the ochori, was wont to style himself in moments of magnificent conceit, king of the ochori, lord chief of the elebi river, high herd of untamable buffaloes and of all goats.

there were other titles which i forget, but i merely mention his claims in order that i may remark that he no longer refers to the goats of his land. there is a reason.

hikilari, the wise old chief of the akasava, went hunting in strange territories. that was the year when game went unaccountably westward, some say through the spell of m'shimba m'shamba; but, as sanders knew, because of the floods.

hikilari went by river for three days and across a swamp, he and his hunters, before they found elephant. then they had a good kill, and his bearers came rollicking back to akasava city, laden with good teeth, some weighing as much as two hundred kilos.

it was good fortune, but he paid for it tremendously, for when he yearned to return he was troubled with extraordinary drowsiness, and had strange pains in his head. for this he employed the native remedy, which was binding a wire tightly round his head. none the less he grew no better, and there came a time when hikilari, the wise one, rose in the middle of the night and, going out into the main street of the village, danced and sang foolishly, snapping his fingers.

his sons, with his nephews and his brothers, held a palaver, and the elder of his sons, m'kovo, an evil man, spoke thuswise:

"it seems that my father is sick with the sickness mongo, for he is now foolish, and will soon be dead. yet i desire that no word of this shall go to sandi. let us therefore put my father away safely, saying he has gone a long journey; and, whilst he is absent, there are many things we may do and many enemies of whom we may rid ourselves. and if sandi comes with the soldiers and says, 'why did you these things?' we shall say, 'lord, who is chief here? a madman. we did as he bid; let it be on his head.'"

the brother of the sick king thought it would be best to kill him privily, but against this the king's son set his face.

"whilst he is alive he is chief," he said significantly; "if he be dead, be sure sandi will find somebody to punish, and it may well be me."

for three days they kept the king to his hut, whilst witch-doctors smeared him with red clay and ingola and chanted and put wet clay on his eyes. at the end of that time they removed him by night to a hastily thatched hut in the forest, and there he was left to m'kovo's creatures.

sanders, who knew many things of which he was supposed to be ignorant, did not know this. he knew that hikilari was a wise man; that he had been on a journey; that there were no reasons why he (sanders) should not make a tour to investigate affairs in the akasava.

he was collecting hut tax in the n'gombl country from a simple pastoral people who objected on principle to pay anything, when the news came to him that a party of akasava folk had crossed the ochori border, raided a village, and, having killed the men, had expeditiously carried away the women and goats.

sanders was in the midst of an interminable palaver when the news came, and the n'gombi people who squatted at his feet regarded him with expectant hope, a hope which was expressed by a small chief who at the moment had the ear of the assembly.

"lord, this is bad news," he said in the friendly manner of his kind, "and we will not trouble your lordship any farther with our grievances, which are very small. so, therefore, if on account of our bad crops you remit a half of our taxation, we will go peaceably to our villages saying good words about your honour's justice."

"you shall pay all your taxation," said sanders brusquely. "i waste my time talking with you."

"remit one-third," murmured the melancholy speaker. "we are poor men, and there has been no fish in the river——"

sanders rose from his seat of state wearily.

"i will return with the moon," he said, "and if all taxes be not paid, there will be sad hearts in this village and sore backs, believe me. the palaver is finished."

he sent one messenger to the chief of the akasava, and he himself went by a short cut through the forest to the ochori city, for at the psychological moment a cylinder head on the zaire had blown out.

he reached the ochori by way of elebi river, through tunberi—which was swamp, owing to unexpected, unseasonable, and most atrocious rains. three days he waded, from knee-deep to waist-high, till his arms ached maddeningly from holding his rifle above the black ooze and mud.

and he came upon hippo and water-snake, and once the "boy" who walked ahead yelled shrilly and went down, and sanders himself was nearly knocked off his feet by the quick rush of the crocodile bearing his victim to the near-by river.

at the end of three days sanders came to the higher land, where a man might sleep elsewhere than in trees, and where, too, it was possible to bathe in spring water, unpack shirts from headborne loads and count noses.

he was now a day's march from the ochori, but considerably less than a day's march from the ochori army, for two hours after he had resumed his journey he came upon the chief bosambo and with him a thousand spears.

and bosambo was naked, save for his kilt of monkey-tails, and in the crook of the arm which carried his wicker shield, he carried his five fighting spears.

he halted his army at the sight of sanders, and came out to meet him.

"bosambo," said sanders quietly, "you do me honour that you bring the pick of your fighting men to guard me."

"lord," said bosambo with commendable frankness, "this is no honour to you, for i go to settle an account with the king of the akasava."

sanders stood before him, his head perched on one side like a bird's, and he slapped his leg absent-mindedly with his pliant cane.

"behold," he said, "i am he who settles all accounts as between kings and kings and men and men, and i tell you that you go back to your city and sit in patience whilst i do the work for which my lord the king appointed me."

bosambo hesitated. he was pardonably annoyed.

"go back to your city, bosambo," said sanders gently.

the chief squared his broad shoulders.

"i am your man," he said, and turned without another word.

sanders stopped him before he had taken half a dozen paces.

"give me twenty fighting men," he said, "and two canoes. you shall hold your men in check whilst i go about the king's business."

an hour later he was going down-stream as fast as a five-knot current and his swift paddlers could take him.

he came to the akasava city at noon of the following day, and found it peaceable enough.

m'kovo, the king's son, came to the beach to meet him.

"lord sandi," he said with an extravagant gesture of surprise, "i see that the summer comes twice in one season, for you——"

sanders was in no mood for compliments.

"where is the old chief, your father?" he asked.

"master," said m'kovo earnestly, "i will not lie to you. my father has taken his warriors into the forest, and i fear that he will do evil."

and he told a story which was long and circumstantial, of the sudden flaming up of an old man's rages and animosities.

sanders listened patiently.

an unwavering instinct, which he had developed to a point where it rose superior to reason, told him that the man was lying. nor was his faith in his own judgment shaken when m'kovo produced his elder men and witnesses to his sire's sudden fit of depravity.

but sanders was a cunning man and full of guile.

he dropped his hand of a sudden upon the other's shoulder.

"m'kovo," he said mildly, "it seems that your chief and father is no longer worthy. therefore you shall dwell in the chief's hut. yet first you shall bring me the chief hikilari, and you shall bring him unhurt and he shall have his eyes. bring him quickly, m'kovo."

"lord," said m'kovo sullenly, "he will not come, and how may i force him, for he has many warriors with him?"

sanders thought the matter out.

"go now," he said after a while, "and speak with him, telling him that i await him."

"lord, that i will do," said m'kovo, "but i cannot go till night because i fear your men will follow me, and my father, seeing them, will put me to death."

sanders nodded.

that night m'kovo came to him ready for his journey, and sanders took from his pocket a round silver box.

"this you shall hang about your neck," he said, "that your father may know you come from me."

m'kovo hung the round box by a piece of string and walked quickly toward the forest.

two miles on the forest path he met his cousins and brothers, an apprehensive assembly.

"my stomach is sick with fear," said his elder cousin tangiri; "for sandi has an eye that sees through trees."

"you are a fool," snarled m'kovo; "for sandi is a bat who sees nothing. what of hikilari, my father?"

his younger brother extended the point of his spear and m'kovo saw that it was caked brown with blood.

"that was best," he said. "now we will all go to sleep, and in the morning i will go back to sandi and tell him a tale."

in the morning his relatives scratched his legs with thorns and threw dust over him, and an hour later, artificially exhausted, he staggered to the hut before which mr. commissioner sanders sat at breakfast.

sanders glanced keenly at the travel-worn figure.

"my friend," he said softly, "you have come a long way?"

"lord," said m'kovo, weak of voice, "since i left you i have not rested save before my father, who sent me away with evil words concerning your honour."

and the exact and unabridged text of those "evil words" he delivered with relish.

sanders reached down and took the little silver box that lay upon the heaving chest.

"and this you showed to your father?" he asked.

"lord, i showed him this," repeated the man.

"and you travelled through the night—many miles?"

"master, i did as i have told," m'kovo replied.

sanders touched a spring, and the case of the box flew open. there was revealed a dial like that of a watch save that it contained many little hands.

m'kovo watched curiously as sanders examined the instrument.

"look well at this, m'kovo," said sanders dryly; "for it is a small devil which talks truly—and it tells me that you have travelled no farther than a man may walk in the time that the full moon climbs a tree."

the zaire had arrived during the night, and a houssa guard stood waiting.

sanders slipped the pedometer into his pocket, gave a characteristic jerk of his head, and sergeant abiboo seized his prisoner.

"let him sit in irons," said sanders in arabic, "and take six men along the forest road and bring me any man you may find."

abiboo returned in an hour with four prisoners, and they were very voluble—too voluble for the safety of m'kovo and his younger brother, for by night sanders had discovered a forest grave where hikilari the wise chief lay.

it was under a tree with wide-spreading branches, and was eminently suitable for the sequel to that tragedy.

bosambo was not to blame for every crime laid at his door. he had a feud with the akasava, not without reason. the death of m'kovo his enemy was not sufficient to extinguish the obligation, for the akasava had spilt blood, and that rankled for many months. he was by nature a thief, being a krooman from the liberian coast before he came to be king over the simple and fearful ochori.

so when all the trouble between the akasava and ochori seemed at rest, sanders had occasion to come to the ochori country in a hurry—and the river was low.

there is no chart of the big river worth two cents in the dry season, because unexpected sand banks come barking up in the fairway, and there are whole stretches of river wherein less than a fathom of water runs. sometimes the boy sitting on the bow of the zaire, thrusting a pliant rod into the stream, would cry through his nose that there were two fathoms of water when there was but one.

he was, as i have beforetime said, of the kano folk, and somewhat religious, dreaming of a pilgrimage to mecca, and a green band round his tarboosh.

"i declare to you the glory of god and a fathom and a little."

bump!

"get overboard, you talkative devil!" said sanders, who was more annoyed because this was the fourteenth bank he had struck since he left headquarters. so the whole crew jumped waist deep into the water, and singing a little song as they toiled, pushed the boat clear.

sanders struck his thirty-ninth bank just before he came to the village of ochori, and he landed in a most unamiable mood.

"bosambo," he said, "i have two minds about you—the one is to hang you for your many wickednesses, the other is to whip you."

"master," said bosambo with grave piety, "all things shall be as ordained."

"have no fear but that it will be one or the other," warned the commissioner. "i am no dog that i should run from one end of the state to the other because a thieving black man raids in forbidden territory."

bosambo, whose guilty conscience suggested many reasons for the unexpected visit of the commissioner, seemed less genuinely astonished.

"master, i am no nigger," he said, "being related by birth and previous marriages to several kings, also——"

"you are a liar," said sanders, fuming, "and related by birth and marriage to the father of liars; and i did not come to talk about your uninteresting family, but rather to discuss a matter of night raiding."

"as to night raiding" said bosambo frankly, "i know nothing about that. i went with my councillors to the akasava, being anxious to see the new chief and tell him of my love; also," he said piously, "to say certain christian prayers by the grave of my enemy, for, as you know, lord, our faith teaches this."

"by night you went," said sanders, ignoring the challenge of "our faith," "and akasava city may easily be gained in broad daylight; also, when the akasava fell upon you, you had many goats tied up in your canoes.

"they were my goats," said bosambo with dignity. "these i brought with me as a present to the new chief."

in his exasperation sanders swore long and fluently.

"blood has paid for blood," he said wrathfully, "and there shall be no more raidings. more than this, you shall stay in this city and shall not move therefrom till you have my word."

"lord sandi," said bosambo, "i hear to obey."

a light of unholy joy came momentarily into the eyes of the commissioner, flickered a moment, and was gone, leaving his face impassive.

"you know, bosambo," he said mildly—for him, "that i have great faith in you; therefore i leave you a powerful fetish, who shall be as me in my absence."

he took from the pocket of his uniform jacket a certain round box of silver, very pleasant to the touch, being somewhat like a flattened egg.

sanders had set his pedometer that morning.

"take this and wear it for my sake," he said.

bosambo threaded a chain through its loop of silver and hung it about his neck.

"lord," he said gratefully, "you have done this thing before the eyes of my people, and now they will believe all i tell them regarding your love for me."

sanders left the ochori city next morning.

"remember," he warned, "you do not go beyond the borders of your city."

"master," said bosambo, "i sit fasting and without movement until your lordship returns."

he watched the zaire until she was a white speck on the placid face of the water; then he went to his hut.

very carefully he removed the silver case from his neck and laid it in the palm of his hand.

"now, little devil," he addressed it, "who watches the coming and going of men, i think i will learn all about you. o hanger of m'kovo!"

he pressed the knob—he had once possessed a watch, and was wise in the way of stem springs—the case flew open, and showed him the little dials.

he shook the instrument violently, and heard a faint clicking. he saw a large hand move across the second of a circle.

bearing the pedometer in his hand, he paced the length of the village street, and at every pace the instrument clicked and the hand moved. when he was still it did not move.

"praise be to all gods!" said bosambo. "now i know you, o talker! for i have seen your wicked tongue wagging, and i know the manner of your speech."

he made his way slowly back to his hut.

before the door his new baby, the light of his eyes, sprawled upon a skin rug, clutching frantically at the family goat, a staid veteran, tolerant of the indignities which a small brown man-child might put upon him. bosambo stopped to rub the child's little brown head and pat the goat's sleek neck.

then he went into the hut, carefully removed the tell-tale instrument from the chain at his neck, and hid it with other household treasures in a hole beneath his bed.

at sundown his lokali brought the fighting men together.

"we go to the akasava," he said, addressing them briefly, "for i know a village that is fat with corn and the stolen goats of the ochori. also the blood of our brothers calls us, though not so loudly as the goats."

he marched away, and was gone three days, at the end of which time he returned minus three men—for the akasava village had resisted his attentions strenuously—but bringing with him some notable loot.

news travels fast on the river, especially bad news, and this reached sanders, who, continuing his quest for hut tax, had reached the isisi.

on the top of this arrived a messenger from the akasava chief, and sanders went as fast as the zaire could carry him to the ochori city.

bosambo heard of his coming.

"bring me, o my life and pride," he said to his wife, "a certain silver box which is under my bed; it is so large and of such a shape."

"lord," said his wife, "i know the box well."

he slipped the loop of the string that held it over his head, and in all calmness awaited his master's coming.

sanders was very angry indeed, so angry that he was almost polite to his erring chief.

"lord," said bosambo, when the question was put to him, "i have not left my city by day or by night. as you find me, so have i been—sitting before my hut thinking of holy things and your lordship's goodness."

"give me that box," said sanders.

he took it in his hand and snapped it open. he looked at the dials for a long time; then he looked at bosambo, and that worthy man returned his glance without embarrassment.

"bosambo," said sanders, "my little devil tells me that you have travelled for many miles——"

"lord," said the bewildered chief, "if it says that it lies."

"it is true enough for me," said sanders. "now i tell you that you have gone too far, and therefore i fine you and your people fifty goats, also i increase your taxation, revoke your hunting privileges in the isisi forest, and order you to find me fifty workmen every day to labour in the government service."

"oh, ko!" groaned bosambo, standing on one leg in his anguish. "that is just, but hard, for i tell you, lord sandi, that i did raid the akasava, yet how your devil box should know this i cannot tell, for i wrapped it in cloth and hid it under my bed."

"you did not carry it?" asked sanders incredulously.

"i speak the truth, and my wife shall testify," said bosambo.

he called her by name, and the graceful kano girl who domineered him came to the door of his hut.

"lord, it is true," she said, "for i have seen it, and all the people have seen it, even while my lord bosambo was absent."

she stooped down and lifted her fat baby from the dust.

"this one also saw it," she said, the light of pride in her eyes, "and to please my lord bosambo's son, i hung it round the neck of neta the goat. did i wrong?"

"bright eyes," said bosambo, "you can do no wrong, yet tell me, did neta the goat go far from the city?"

the woman nodded.

"once only," she said. "she was gone for a day and a night, and i feared for your box, for this is the season when goats are very restless."

bosambo turned to his overlord.

"you have heard, o sandi," he said. "i am in fault, and will pay the price."

"that you will," said sanders, "for the other goat has done no wrong."