It ought to be published together with a _precis_ of the doubter's answers, which were verbal.
So the talk went on.

If my father had lived I believe it would be going on now, for both the disputants were quite inexhaustible.

Meanwhile Indaba-zimbi was allowed to live on the station on condition that he practised no witchcraft, which my father firmly believed to be a wile of the devil.

He said that he would not, but for all that there was never an ox lost, or a sudden death, but he was consulted by those interested.
When he had been with us a year, a deputation came to him from the tribe he had left, asking him to return.

Things had not gone well with them since he went away, they said, and now the chief, his enemy, was dead.