"It would seem, M'bleni, that the woman, your daughter, lived many years in your hut, and if you do not know her mind you are either a great fool or she is a cunning one. Therefore, I judge that you sold this woman knowing her faults. Yet the husband might accept some risk also. You shall take back your daughter and return 500 rods and a bag of salt, and if it should be that your daughter marries again, you shall pay one-half of her dowry to this man." Very, very slowly he gave judgment, hesitatingly, anxiously, glancing now and again to the white man for his approval. "That was good," said Sanders, and called forward another pleader. "Lord king," said the new plaintiff, "a man has put an evil curse on me and my family, so that they sicken." Here was a little poser for the little judge, and he puzzled the matter out in silence, Sanders offering no help. "How does he curse you?" at last asked the king. "With the curse of death," said the complainant in a hushed voice. "Then you shall curse him also," said the king, "and it shall be a question of whose curse is the stronger." Sanders grinned behind his hand, and the king, seeing the smile, smiled also. From here onward Peter's progress was a rapid one, and there came to headquarters from time to time stories of a young king who was a Solomon in judgment. So wise he was (who knew of the formula he applied to each case?), so beneficent, so peaceable, that the chief of the Akasava, from whom was periodically due, took advantage of the gentle administration, and sent neither corn nor fish nor grain. He did this after a journey to far-away Ikan, where he met the king's uncle, Sato-Koto, and agreed upon common action. Since the crops were good, the king passed the first fault, but the second tribute became due, and neither Akasava nor Ikan sent, and the people of Isisi, angry at the insolence, murmured, and the king sat down in the loneliness of his hut to think upon a course which was just and effective. * * * * * "I really am sorry to bother you," wrote Sanders to the Administrator again, "but I shall have to borrow your Houssas for the Isisi country. There has been a tribute palaver, and Peter went down to Ikan and wiped up his uncle; he filled in his spare time by giving the Akasava the worst licking they have ever had. I thoroughly approve of all that Peter has done, because I feel that he is actuated only by the keenest sense of justice and a desire to do the right thing at the right time--and it was time Sato-Koto was killed--though I shall have to reprimand Peter for the sake of appearances. The Akasava chief is in the bush, hiding." Peter came back to his capital after his brief but strenuous campaign, leaving behind him two territories that were all the better for his visit, though somewhat sore. The young king brought together his old men, his witch-doctors, and other notabilities.