“Oh, yes; me very good man. Can run fast.”
“What is your name?”
“My name Eba; can run very fast.”
He had already given evidence of this, and he was told to be on hand the next morning. He bowed again, and moved on. But he had an unsatisfied air, and in a hesitating way he turned around and approached us once more.
“Cho, you know,” he said, with an anxious though somewhat downcast face, “Cho very good man too.”
And he looked at me appealingly.
“Yes,” I returned, “Cho is a very good man.”
“Cho not quick like me,” he returned, somewhat reassured; “but a very good man. Cho old.”
After he had given us this information he waited for a few moments, meditatively digging his bare toes into the sand. Finally he came to the point.
“Me bring Cho to-morrow? Very good man. My friend.”