The little dark face before him was lined with creases, and the flashing eyes nearly closed, while as he stood unresistingly Mark replaced the band of gold--for gold it was--about his head, and then taking the ostrich feather from his breast he thrust the quill beneath the band so that it hung over on one side with quite a cock. "There, he looks splendid now," cried Mark, "only don't look so fierce. Now then--right arm;" and seizing it the boy held it up, thrust one bangle over it and ran it up the pigmy's plump little arm right above the elbow, till it was arrested by the tightened biceps. He served the left arm in the same way, and then sinking on one knee he caught the sturdy little leg by the ankle, and holding one bangle out before him thrust it over the little fellow's foot. The next minute the ornamentation was completed by the thrusting on of the second anklet, and then Mark sprang up, while the rest looked on, some amused, the little blacks with their eyes full of wonderment and as if not comprehending this scene. "Now," cried Mark, "let's have another try;" and touching the gold rings one after the other, he said slowly, "Where--find?" The little chief looked at him questioningly, then at the rest of the white visitors, and turned to his followers, who looked at him blankly, all but the doctor's patient, who, seated in his basket--as Dean afterwards said, as if he were for sale--whispered faintly a couple of words. "Can't you understand?" said Mark, and he touched the gold band again and began a very effective pantomime, running here and there, peeping under the bushes, peering in between the trees, looking up, then down, in all directions, dropped upon one knee, to begin scratching up the sandy earth, which he took up in handfuls and turned over in his hands, and then shaking his head sadly he turned to the little black again, crying, "Can't find any; can't find any. The gold--the gold!" The little party of pigmies stared at him blankly, and then at each other. "Well done," said the doctor. "Try again. Capital!" "No, no," said Mark. "They will think I have gone mad." "Yes," said Dean, grinning. "Bah! That settles it; I won't," cried Mark. "Oh, I wish I knew what that little chap said!" For the doctor's patient whispered something again, with the result that his little chief bounded towards Mark, touched his gold ornaments again, and then snatched his spear from a companion who had been holding it, and touched the two ferrules that were beneath the blade and at the end. These with almost lightning-like movements he touched with index finger, following up the act by touching the fillet and bangles, and then looking enquiringly in Mark's eyes he uttered one word. "Yes," cried Mark, at a venture. "Where do you get it?" The little fellow's face lit up now with a smile, and drawing himself up he raised his spear and stood pointing right into the wood.