"Cut it out," said Sanders briefly; "the palaver is finished." He turned on his heel and re-entered the bungalow.
Then a thought struck him.
"Hi!" he shouted, and the retiring missionary turned back.
"Where did you pick up the 'Kenneth McDolan'?" he asked.
The negro smiled again.
"It is the patronymic bestowed upon me at Sierra Leone by a good Christian white man, who brought me up and educated me as though I were his own son," he recited.
Sanders showed his teeth.
"I have heard of such cases," he said unpleasantly.
The next day the missionary announced his intention of proceeding up country. He came in to see Sanders as though nothing had happened. Perhaps he expected to find the Commissioner a little ashamed of himself; but if this was so he was disappointed, for Sanders was blatantly unrepentant.
"You've got a letter from the Administration," he said, "so I can't stop you."