His broken leg was very completely mended, and he showed no trace of a limp, even. I explained the joke to my companion. "I didn't know they fought like that among themselves," she said. "Tell me, Mr Glanton. They are not likely to do anything of that sort to-day, are they? I mean, they might get excited." "No--no. Don't be in the least alarmed about that. By the way, how are you getting on in your studies? Say something to Ivuzamanzi now--even if only two or three words." "No, I'm shy to. You'll only laugh at me, or he will." "Not a bit of it. Now--go ahead." "Hallo! What nigger's this?" bellowed Falkner, swaggering up. "He wasn't here last night, was he?" "No," I answered rather shortly, disgusted at the interruption of this blundering ass upon our little understanding. "He's the chief's son, and he's going to boss up the arrangements, so don't be uncivil to him if you can help it, eh?" "I'll try not. But I say, Glanton, come and arrange about these guns you were speaking of, there's a good fellow. It must be nearly time to start." Already, you see, he was beginning to take over the whole scheme. It was a little way he had--I have observed it too, in others of his kidney. "Oh, there's time enough," I said, still shortly, for I don't like to be hustled, and just then, and by Falkner Sewin, I liked it still less. And something of this must have imparted itself to his understanding for he answered unpleasantly: "Oh well of course, if you're so much better employed," and he moved off in dudgeon. My companion coloured slightly and looked displeased. "Isn't your relative rather a queer tempered sort of fellow?" I asked, with a smile. "Well yes, he is rather, but we are all so sorry for him that--I'm afraid he was rather rude to you, Mr Glanton, I must apologise for him." "No--no--no," I said. "Not a bit of it. Don't you think anything about that. I don't." She changed the subject to something else, and I went on talking longer than I would otherwise have done. The interruption and its manner had annoyed me, and a good deal as a protest against being hurried I made up my mind not to hurry. Afterwards I had reason to regret my delay. We strolled back to join the others, and the prospect of this companionship more or less throughout the day, to end in an evening similar to that of last night--with the native revels left out--soon restored my accustomed good humour. The natives were squatting about round the store in groups, conversing in their deep-toned voices. Then suddenly they all sprang to their feet as one man, uttering respectful salutations; and there, to my surprise, advancing leisurely towards us, came Tyingoza himself. "It is the chief," I explained for the benefit of my companion, "Tyingoza. He has changed his mind."