"
"This may be a snare," said Babemba, who now began to lick the sugar
out of the pannikin.
"No," answered Jerry with creditable resource; "though they could
easily kill you all, the white lords do not hurt those who have
partaken of their holy drink, that is unless anyone tries to harm
them."
"Cannot you bring some more of the holy drink here?" he asked, giving
a final polish to the pannikin with his tongue.
"No," said Jerry, "if you want it you must go there. Fear nothing.
Would I, one of your own people, betray you?"
"True!" exclaimed Babemba. "By your talk and your face you are a
Mazitu. How came you--well, we will speak of that afterwards. I am
very thirsty. I will come. Soldiers, sit down and watch, and if any
harm happens to me, avenge it and report to the king."
Now, while all this was going on, I had made Hans and Sammy open one
of the boxes and extract therefrom a good-sized mirror in a wooden
frame with a support at the back so that it could be stood anywhere.
Fortunately it was unbroken; indeed, our packing had been so careful
that none of the looking-glasses or other fragile things were injured.
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