One secret word and that drink will turn to _mwavi_ of the worst sort inside of you." "Oh! yes, white lord, it is settled," exclaimed Babemba, "it is settled.
Do not trouble the secret word.

I will lead you to the king and you shall talk with him.

By my head and my father's spirit you are safe from me.

Still, with your leave, I will call the great doctor, Imbozwi, and ratify the agreement in his presence, and also show him the magic shield." So Imbozwi was sent for, Jerry taking the message.

Presently he arrived.
He was a villainous-looking person of uncertain age, humpbacked like the picture of Punch, wizened and squint-eyed.