At the moment of the conference, Sanders was housed in the Ochori city making palaver with Bosambo, the chief.
"Bosambo," said Sanders, "I have given you these upper streams to your care. Yet Abdul Hazim walks through the land without hurt, and I think it is shame to you and to me."
"Master," said Bosambo, "it is a shameful thing. Yet the streams hereabouts are so many, and Abdul is a cunning man, and has spies. Also, my people are afraid to offend him lest he 'chop' them, or sell them into the interior."
Sanders nodded and rose to join the Zaire.
"Bosambo," he said, "this government put a price upon this Abdul, even as a certain government put a price upon you."
"What is his price, lord?" asked Bosambo, with an awakening of interest.
"One hundred pounds in silver," said Sanders.
"Lord," said Bosambo, "that is a good price."
Two days afterwards, when Arachi came to Bosambo, this chief was engaged in the purely domestic occupation of nursing his one small son.
"Greeting, Bosambo," said Arachi, "to you and to your beautiful son, who is noble in appearance and very quiet."