Forgetting all about the
dust, I opened it and Hans appeared.
"One of these man-eating devils wants to speak to you, Baas. Mavovo
keeps him without."
"Let him in," I said, since in this place fearlessness seemed our best
game, "but watch well while he is with us."
Hans whispered a word over his shoulder, and next moment a tall man
wrapped from head to foot in white cloth, so that he looked like a
ghost, came or rather shot into the hut and closed the door behind
him.
"Who are you?" I asked.
By way of answer he lifted or unwrapped the cloth from about his face,
and I saw that the Kalubi himself stood before us.
"I wish to speak alone with the white lord, Dogeetah," he said in a
hoarse voice, "and it must be now, since afterwards it will be
impossible."
Brother John rose and looked at him.
"How are you, Kalubi, my friend?" he asked. "I see that your wound has
healed well."
"Yes, yes, but I would speak with you alone."
"Not so," replied Brother John. "If you have anything to say, you must
say it to all of us, or leave it unsaid, since these lords and I are
one, and that which I hear, they hear.
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