My spirit is good.

I am a true man," Kazimoto answered.
"Your spirit is rotten! You are a traitor! What do you mean by talking to me of your master, you reptile! Your master is the German government, of which His Majesty the Kaiser is supreme overlord! There is a picture of your master!" He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder to the full-length atrocity in oils behind him.

"Salute it!" The boy obeyed.
"Answer now! Who is your master ?" Kazimoto hesitated.
"Answer, I order you!" He turned and pointed a finger at Fred, who nodded.
"That English bwana is my master," he said stoutly.

It was a forlorn hope, though.

He did not seem to believe that the statement of fact would do him any good.
Fred jumped to his feet.
"That is perfectly correct," he said in English.