Tell him there are folk in here who say he is a liar." The Nyamwezi backed out, and we heard whispering outside.

There is precious little performance in Africa without a deal of talk.

At the end of about ten minutes the porter again shouted "Hodi!" and this time was followed in by the stranger, seven other of our own men, uninvited, bringing up the rear.
"Jambo!"* said the Baganda, with a great effort at bravado, when his eyes had grown accustomed to the gloom and the first severe surprise of seeing white men had worn off.

He was a very cool customer indeed.

[* Jambo! Kiswahili equivalent of "How d'you do ?"] "Whose pimp are you ?" demanded Fred, without answering the salutation.
The man fell back on insolence at once.