Then Sammy, seeing his mistake, said: "Mr.Somers, I regret that there is an error.

You are drinking from the cup which that stinking savage has just licked clean." The effect was dreadful and instantaneous, for then and there Stephen was violently sick.
"Why does the white lord do that ?" asked Babemba.

"Now I see that you are truly deceiving me, and that what you are giving me to swallow is nothing but hot _mwavi_, which in the innocent causes vomiting, but that in those who mean evil, death." "Stop that foolery, you idiot," I muttered to Stephen, kicking him on the shins, "or you'll get our throats cut." Then, collecting myself with an effort, I said: "Oh! not at all, General.

This white lord is the priest of the holy drink and--what you see is a religious rite." "Is it so," said Babemba.

"Then I hope that the rite is not catching." "Never," I replied, proffering him a biscuit.