Sanders said nothing, tapping his boot with his walking-stick and gazing thoughtfully downward. "Having made thieves, could you make men of these people?" he said, after a while. "I think they could fight now, for they are puffed with pride because they have robbed the Akasava," said Bosambo. Sanders bit the end of his stick like a man in doubt. "There shall be neither theft nor murder," he said. "No more chiefs or chiefs' sons shall die suddenly," he added significantly. "Master, it shall be as you desire." "As for the goats you have stolen, them you may keep, and the teeth (ivory) and the salt also. For if you hand them back to Akasava you will fill their stomachs with rage, and that would mean war." Bosambo nodded slowly. "Then you shall remain, for I see you are a clever man, and the Ochori need such as you. But if----" "Master, by the fat of my heart I will do as you wish," said Bosambo; "for I have always desired to be a chief under the British." Sanders was half-way back to headquarters before he missed his field-glasses, and wondered where he could have dropped them. At that identical moment Bosambo was exhibiting the binoculars to his admiring people. "From this day forth," said Bosambo, "there shall be no lifting of goats nor stealing of any kind. This much I told the great Sandi, and as a sign of his love, behold, he gave me these things of magic that eat up space." "Lord," said a councillor in awe, "did you know the Great One?" "I have cause to know him," said Bosambo modestly, "for I am his son." Fortunately Sanders knew nothing of this interesting disclosure. CHAPTER IV. THE DROWSY ONE. There were occasions when Sanders came up against the outer world, when he learnt, with something like bewilderment, that beyond the farthermost forests, beyond the lazy, swelling, blue sea, there were men and women who lived in houses and carefully tabooed such subjects as violent death and such horrid happenings as were daily features of his life. He had to treat with folk who, in the main, were illogical and who believed in spirits. When you deal in the abstract with government of races so influenced, a knowledge of constitutional law and economics is fairly valueless. There is one type of man that can rule native provinces wisely, and that type is best represented by Sanders. There are other types, as, for instance: Once upon a time a young man came from England with a reputation. He was sent by the Colonial Office to hold a district under Sanders as Deputy Commissioner. He was a Bachelor of Law, had read Science, and had acquired in a methodical fashion a working acquaintance with Swaheli, bacteriology, and medicines. He was a very grave young man, and the first night of his arrival he kept Sanders (furtively yawning) out of his bed whilst he demonstrated a system whereby the aboriginal could be converted--not converted spiritually, but from unproductive vagrancy to a condition of good citizenship.