She had followed with unusual vigour her customary _role_ of "advance agent," and had spread most ridiculously exaggerated reports of my supernatural prowess and magical attributes.

I controlled the denizens of Spiritland, and could call them up in thousands to torment the blacks.

I controlled the elements; and was in short all-powerful.
I must admit that this energetic and systematic "puffing" did a great deal of good, and wherever we went I was looked upon as a sort of wizard, entitled to very great respect, and the best of everything that was going.
For a long time the tribal chief persisted in his opposition to my request for the girls; but as most of his warriors were in my favour (I had given many appalling demonstrations in the bush at night), I knew he would submit sooner or later.

The big _corroboree_ lasted all night, and at length, before we separated on the second day, the great man gave way--with exceedingly bad grace.

Of course, I did not disturb the girls at that hour, but next day I told Yamba to go and see them and arrange for an interview.