Here there was a mighty argument.

Bausi implored Brother John not to go, and so did I.Babemba said that to go would be madness, as he smelt witchcraft and murder in the air, he who knew the Pongo.
Brother John replied sweetly that he certainly intended to avail himself of this heaven-sent opportunity to visit one of the few remaining districts in this part of Africa through which he had not yet wandered.
Stephen yawned and fanned himself with a pocket-handkerchief, for the hut was hot, and remarked that having come so far after a certain rare flower he did not mean to return empty-handed.
"I perceive, Dogeetah," said Bausi at last, "that you have some reason for this journey which you are hiding from me.

Still, I am minded to hold you here by force." "If you do, it will break our brotherhood," answered Brother John.

"Seek not to know what I would hide, Bausi, but wait till the future shall declare it." Bausi groaned and gave in.

Babemba said that Dogeetah and Wazela were bewitched, and that I, Macumazana, alone retained my senses.
"Then that's settled," exclaimed Stephen.