The askaris stood aside, panting from the effort.
"Get up!" ordered Schubert.
The miserable Nyamwesi struggled to his feet and stood limply before Schubert, his back running blood and his face drawn with torture.
"Don't you know how to behave!" demanded Schubert.
The native made no answer.
"If you don't salute properly I'll order you thrown down and thrashed again!" The native saluted in a sort of imitation of the German military manner.
"Now, will you lie in wait for the bwana makubwa to trouble him with your pig's affairs again ?" "No." "Will you go back home ?" "Yes." "You've learned a lesson, eh ?" "Yes.
"Then say thank you!" "Thank you!" "Rrruksa!"* [*Ruksa, you have leave to go.] The poor wretch turned and went, staggering rather than walking, to the door and disappearing into outer darkness without a backward glance.
"Now for some more songs and a round of drinks!" Schubert shouted.
But Fred was no longer in mood to make music, or even to be civil.

He shut the concertina up, and asked the Jew how much he owed.

The sergeants went on singing without music, and while we waited for the Jew to reckon up Fred's score Schubert came over to us, sat down between me and Fred, and proceeded to deal with the new situation in proper German military manner, by direct assault.
"Always you English criticize!" he began.

"Can you never travel without applying your cursed standards to everything you behold?
I tell you, we Germans know how to rule these black people! We understand! We employ no sickly sentiment! We give orders--they obey, or else suffer terribly and swiftly! In that manner we arrive at knowing where we are!" "Are you well loved by the people ?" Fred asked him politely.
"Bah! Sie wollen wohl beliebt werden!* Not I! Not we! Of what value is the love of such people?
Their fear is what we cultivate! Having made them afraid of us, we successfully make them work our will! But why should I trouble to explain?
In a few years there will only be one government of Africa! One, I tell you, and that German! You English are not fit to govern colonies! You are mawkishly sentimental! You think more of the feelings of a black man and of the rights of his women than of progress--advancement--kultur! Bah! I tell you they have no feelings a real man need consider! They are only fit for furthering the aims of us Germans! And their women have no rights! None whatever! You know, I suppose, that it is the policy of the German government to encourage the spread of Muhammedanism in Africa?
Well, under the Muhammedan law as given in the Koran women have no souls! That is good! That is as it should be! No women have souls!" -- ---------- *You want to be popular, don't you! -- ---------- "How about your own mother ?" Fred suggested.
"She was a good Prussian! She was a super-woman! Not to be mentioned in the same breath with women of any other race! Yet even she--the good Prussian mother--could not hold a candle to a man! Her business was to raise sons for Prussia, and she did it! I have eight brothers, all in the army, and only one sister; she has four sons already!" "Strange that your nation should breed like that!" said Fred.
"Not strange at all!" answered Schubert.

"We are needed to conquer the world! Think, for instance, when we have conquered the Congo Free State, and taken away East and South Africa from England--to say nothing of Egypt and India!--how many Prussian sergeant-majors we shall want! Donnerwetter! Do you think we Germans will long be satisfied with this miserable section of East Africa that was all the English left to us on this coast?
We use this for a foothold, that is all! We use this to gain time and get ready! You think perhaps I do not know, eh?
I am only feldwebel--non-commissioned officer, you call it.