“Lord, I have seen you, and also your way,” said the man. “And if I say ‘death’ what do I mean?” “Lord, you mean death, as all men on the river know,” said M’Wafamba. Sanders nodded. “Now, I am going to flog you till you die,” he said grimly, “if you do not tell me where you found drink in my land—for you are drunk with a certain evil poison, which is called ginni, and it is forbidden by law that ginni shall be bought or sold in this territory.” Then the man rolled his head drunkenly. “Strike, pig eater,” he said h…
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