Bosambo's force paddled back to the Ochori city the next day. Two nights after, the call was repeated--this time with greater detail. An N'gombi force of countless spears had seized the village of Doozani and was threatening the capital. Again Bosambo carried his spears to a killing, and again was met by an apologetic N'gori. "Lord, it was a lie which a sick maiden spread," he explained, "and my stomach is filled with sorrow that I should have brought the mighty Bosambo from his wife's bed on such a night." For the dark hours had been filled with rain and tempest, and Bosambo had nearly lost one canoe by wreck. "Oh, fool!" said he, justly exasperated, "have I nothing to do--I, who have all Sandi's high and splendid business in hand--but I must come through the rain because a sick maiden sees visions?" "Bosambo, I am a fool," agreed N'gori, meekly, and again his rescuer returned home. "Now," said N'gori, "we will summon a secret palaver, sending messengers for all men to assemble at the rise of the first moon. For the N'gombi have sent me new spears, and when next the dog Bosambo comes, weary with rowing, we will fall upon him and there will be no more Bosambo left; for Sandi is gone and there is no law in the land." III Curiously enough, at that precise moment, the question of law was a very pressing one with two young Houssa officers who sat on either side of Sanders' big table, wet towels about their heads, mastering the intricacies of the military code; for Tibbetts was entering for an examination and Hamilton, who had only passed his own by a fluke, had rashly offered to coach him. "I hope you understand this, Bones," said Hamilton, staring up at his subordinate and running his finger along the closely printed pages of the book before him. "'Any person subject to military law,'" read Hamilton impressively, "'who strikes or ill-uses his superior officer shall, if an officer, suffer death or such less punishment as in this Act mentioned.' Which means," said Hamilton, wisely, "that if you and I are in action and you call me a liar, and I give you a whack on the jaw----" "You get shot," said Bones, admiringly, "an' a rippin' good idea, too!" "If, on the other hand," Hamilton went on, "I called you a liar--which I should be justified in doing--and you give me a whack on the jaw, I'd make you sorry you were ever born." "That's military law, is it?" asked Bones, curiously. "It is," said Hamilton. "Then let's chuck it," said Bones, and shut up his book with a bang. "I don't want any book to teach me what to do with a feller that calls me a liar. I'll go you one game of picquet, for nuts." "You're on," said Hamilton. * * * * * "My nuts I think, sir." Bones carefully counted the heap which his superior had pushed over, "And--hullo! what the dooce do you want?"