"Well," said Clay flippantly, "if you will set up as a little tin god on wheels, you must expect them to say their prayers to you."
"I didn't do anything of the kind. I merely stepped in and conquered them."
"Put it as you please, old man. But there's no getting over it that that's what they take you for."
"Then, by James! it comes to this: they shall be taught the real thing!"
"What, you'll import a missionary?"
"I shall wade in and teach them myself."
"Phew!" whistled Clay. "If you're going to start the New Jerusalem game on the top of the New Republic, I should say you'll have your hands full."
"Probably," said Kettle grimly; "but I am equal to that."
"And you'll not have much time left to see after ivory palaver."
"I shall go on collecting the ivory just the same. I shall combine business with duty. And"--here he flushed somewhat--"I'm going to take the bits of souls these niggers have got, and turn them into the straight path."