Chapter 45

By the aid of an extraordinary constitution and the employment of a drastic but effective native remedy the chief did not die. M’ciba had wailed too soon. It was many weeks before Likilivi recovered. He suspected nothing. As soon as he was well he took the pliant half of his hunting spear and thrashed her. “For you are a fool,” he said, “or you would have called for help sooner, and I should have recovered more quickly.” She took her beating meekly, knowing that she deserved more, but her hatred grew. Her treatment…