Chapter 34

Here was the mission station of the Jesuits, and he found Father Wells, a tall, spare man in white, superintending the erection of a new hut. He was a middle-aged man, grey-haired and clean-shaven, and he greeted Sanders with a smile. Together they went to the mission house with its big cool stoep. “Sit down, Commissioner,” said the missionary. He took off his white topee and produced a well-burnt pipe, and Sanders, declining the jar of tobacco the other pushed toward him, lit a cheroot. “Well,” said the first, “wh…