"Lord Bosambo," said the other eagerly, "I am rich also by white men's rule. Behold!"
From his waist pouch he took a handful of silver, and offered it in both hands for the chief's inspection.
Bosambo examined the money respectfully, turning each coin over gingerly.
"That is good riches," he said, and he breathed a little faster than was his wont. "And it is new, being bright. Also the devil marks, which you do not understand, are as they should be."
The gratified Arachi shoved his money back into his pouch. Bosambo sat in meditative silence, his face impassive.
"And you will take me, Arachi, to the place of buried treasure?" he asked slowly. "Ko! you are a generous man, for I do not know why you should share with me, knowing that I once beat you."
Bosambo put the child down gently. These kings' stores were traditional. Many had been found, and it was the dream of every properly constituted man to unearth such.
Yet Bosambo was not impressed, being in his heart sceptical.
"Arachi," he said, "I believe that you are a liar! Yet I would see this store, and, if it be near by, will see with my own eyes."
It was one day's journey, according to Arachi.