Then by a happy thought I reminded
him that, according to his Snake, Dogeetah was coming, and that
therefore all would be well. So he submitted with an ill grace, and we
saw our precious guns borne off we knew not where.
Then the Mazitu soldiers piled their spears and bows at the gate of
the kraal and we proceeded with only the Union Jack and the musical
box, which was now discoursing "Britannia rules the waves."
Across the open space we marched to where several broad-leaved trees
grew in front of a large native house. Not far from the door of this
house a fat, middle-aged and angry-looking man was seated on a stool,
naked except for a moocha of catskins about his loins and a string of
large blue beads round his neck.
"Bausi, the King," whispered Babemba.
At his side squatted a little hunchbacked figure, in whom I had no
difficulty in recognising Imbozwi, although he had painted his
scorched scalp white with vermillion spots and adorned his snub nose
with a purple tip, his dress of ceremony I presume.
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