“And He—what is his word?”
“He is dumb,” replied the emissary. “There are those who have spoken in his ear, and He is dumb.”
Sapazani sat, thinking deeply. “He” applied to the head of the royal House. More than ever did the insidious poison of the Ethiopian preacher of whom mention has been made, come back to his mind. Now he saw his own chance. Not by force of arms alone could a change be effected; but by the dissensions among the ruling race. Now was the time—before it should pass.
“Tell him who sent you,” he said, “that at the moment I shall be ready. That is my ‘word.’”
“Nkose!”
Chapter Eight.
The Prospectors.
“I’ve got some news for you, Stride.”