Well, my father Macumazana, because you think I am a cheat, never again will I blow the feather or read what the wind writes upon the ashes for you or any who eat your food." Then he rose, saluted me with uplifted right hand, collected his little pile of money and bag of medicines and marched off to the sleeping hut.
On our way round the house we met my old lame caretaker, Jack.
"_Inkoosi_," he said, "the white chief Wazela bade me say that he and the cook, Sam, have gone to sleep on board the ship to look after the goods.

Sam came up just now and fetched him away; he says he will show you why to-morrow." I nodded and passed on, wondering to myself why Stephen had suddenly determined to stay the night on the _Maria_..