"O Ko!" said Sanders offensively, "now since you are the biggest thief of all, I think you had best catch yourself before I catch you."
He walked through Isisi city.
The king had been busy. Rough boards had been erected at every street corner.
There was a "Downing Street," a "Fifth Avenue," a "Sacramento Street," a "Piccadilly," and a "Broadway."
"These," explained Cala, "are certain devil marks which my king has put up to warn witches and spirits, and they have much virtue, for, lord, my son, who was troubled with pains in his stomach, as there"—he indicated "Broadway"—"and the pain left him."
"It would," said Sanders.
Tobolaka rose from his throne and offered his hand.
"I am sorry, Mr. Sanders," he began, "you did not give us notice of your coming."
"When I come again, Tobolaka," said Sanders, staring with his passionate grey eyes at the white-clad figure, "you shall come to the beach to meet me, for that is the custom."
"But not the law," smiled the king.