until we show what we can do with our weapons at two hundred
yards."

Stedman seated himself in the long grass in front of the King,
and with many revolving gestures of his arms, and much
pointing at Gordon, and profound nods and bows, retold what
Gordon had dictated. When he had finished, the King looked at
the bundle of presents, and at the guns, of which Stedman had
given a very wonderful account, but answered nothing.

"I guess," said Stedman, with a sigh, "that we will have to
give him a little practical demonstration to help matters. I
am sorry, but I think one of those goats has got to die. It's
like vivisection. The lower order of animals have to suffer
for the good of the higher."

"Oh," said Bradley, Jr., cheerfully, "I'd just as soon shoot
one of those niggers as one of the goats."

So Stedman bade the King tell his men to drive a goat toward
them, and the King did so, and one of the men struck one of
the goats with his spear, and it ran clumsily across the
plain.

"Take your time, Bradley," said Gordon. "Aim low, and if you
hit it, you can have it for supper."

"And if you miss it," said Stedman, gloomily, "Messenwah may
have us for supper."