In Search of the Okapi - A Story of Adventure in Central Africa by Ernest Glanville
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"What do you say?" "You pay me? Good. In night Muata is loose. He run up river. Bymby master go along in little boat, pick Muata up, eh? What you pay?" and the boy chuckled softly. "Suppose I tell your white master, you rascal?" "Wow! You tell, they kill poor Zanzibar boy." "Then clear out," said Compton, launching a kick; "and if I see any more of you I will tell." The boy turned sulky. "Me guard--me stay." "You go," said Compton, "or I will call your masters, and let them deal with you." Growling under his breath, the self-styled "guard" slunk soft-footed out of the room. Compton struck a match and looked around the apartment, then turned to Venning with a grin. "That is the game," he whispered. "I think I understand," Venning replied softly. "That fellow was testing you?" Compton nodded. |
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