The rubber lips pouted in the emphatic utterance.
“These are your secret orders. But you are not to tell them to any man, woman, or child here; you may tell your men when you are gone. If you disobey I will cut out your tongue and give you three hundred lashes. Understand?”
“Bwana!”
“This man is the enemy of the Bwana Mkubwa. His enemies are your enemies. His goods are yours. Begone!”
The black hand came up jerkily to the black forehead, shot away out and down; the polished calves moved [pg 72] like the eccentrics of an engine, and Corporal Inyira melted into the shadows.
“Sergeant Schultz!”
To smart heel taps on the verandah entered the sergeant.
“You will see that Corporal Inyira and the escort leave before daybreak; moreover, that he talks with no one before he leaves.”
“Excellence.”
“Take a drink, sergeant.”