"Chief!" said Mr. Wooling hotly, "this is a bad palaver, for you have taken my best devil box, which I did not sell you."
Last night I lay a sleeping,
There came a dream so fair.
sang the phonograph soulfully.
"Lord," said Bosambo, "this devil box I bought—paying you with dollars which your lordship ate fearing they were evil dollars."
"By your head, you thief!" swore Wooling. "I sold you this." And he produced from under his arm the excellent substitute.
"Lord," said Bosambo, humbly enough, "I am sorry."
He switched off the phonograph. He dismounted the tin horn with reluctant fingers; with his own hands he wrapped it in a piece of the native matting and handed it to the trader, and Wooling, who had expected trouble, "dashed" his courteous host a whole dollar.
"Thus I reward those who are honest," he said magnificently.
"Master," said Bosambo, "that we may remember one another kindly, you shall keep one half of this and I the other."
And with no effort he broke the coin in half, for it was made of metal considerably inferior to silver.