His left hand
was bandaged, and on his face was an expression of great anxiety.
Lastly, he appeared to be about fifty years of age. So still did he
stand that I began to wonder whether he were one of those ghosts which
the Mazitu swore the Pongo wizards send out to haunt their country.
"For a long while we stared at each other, for I was determined that I
would not speak first or show any concern. At last he spoke in a low,
deep voice and in Mazitu, or a language so similar that I found it
easy to understand.
"'Is not your name Dogeetah, O White Lord, and are you not a master of
medicine?'
"'Yes,' I answered, 'but who are you who dare to wake me from my
sleep?'
"'Lord, I am the Kalubi, the Chief of the Pongo, a great man in my own
land yonder.'
"'Then why do you come here alone at night, Kalubi, Chief of the
Pongo?'
"'Why do /you/ come here alone, White Lord?' he answered evasively.
"'What do you want, anyway?' I asked.
"'O! Dogeetah, I have been hurt, I want you to cure me,' and he looked
at his bandaged hand.
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