I expected as much when the oily blackguard Mfumbi came over from his chief to ask after my health; so, judging from my experience with Makaka, I told Lumeresi at once to tell me what he considered his due, for this fearful haggling was killing me by inches.

I had no more deoles, but would make that up in brass wire.

He then fixed the hongo at fifteen masango or brass wire bracelets, sixteen cloths of sorts, and a hundred necklaces of samisami or red coral beads, which was to pay for Grant as well as myself.

I paid it down on the spot; the drums beat the "satisfaction," and I ordered the march with the greatest relief of mind possible.
But Bui and Nasib were not to be found; they had bolted.

The shock nearly killed me.