We had started out to visit some mysterious savages who
worshipped a monkey and a flower, and we might as well go on till
circumstances were too much for us. After all, dangers are everywhere;
those who turn back because of dangers will never succeed in any life
that we can imagine.
"Mavovo," I said presently, pointing to Stephen with my pipe, "the
/inkoosi/ Wazela does not wish to try to escape. He wishes to go on to
the country of the Pongo people if we can get there. And, Mavovo,
remember that he has paid for everything; we are his hired servants.
Also that he says that if we run back he will walk forward alone with
these Mazitus. Still, if any of you hunters desire to slip off, he
will not look your way, nor shall I. What say you?"
"I say, Macumazana, that, though young, Wazela is a chief with a great
heart, and that where you and he go, I shall go also, as I think will
the rest of us. I do not like these Mazitu, for if their fathers were
Zulus their mothers were low people. They are bastards, and of the
Pongo I hear nothing but what is evil.
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