Chapter 4

“None the less it is true,” said the calm Bosambo; “for he is my cousin, his brother having married my mother, who was a chief’s daughter. Sandi wished to marry her,” he went on reminiscently; “but there are matters which it is shame to talk about. Also he gave me these.” From beneath the blanket which enveloped his shoulders he produced a leather wallet. From this he took a little package. It looked like a short, stumpy bato. Slowly he removed its wrapping of fine native cloth, till there were revealed three small…