"Lord, he will not come," he said sullenly.
"Then I will go to him," said Sanders.
King Peter, sitting before his hut, greeted Mr. Commissioner with downcast eyes.
Sanders' soldiers, spread in a semi-circle before the hut, kept the rabble at bay.
"King," said Sanders—he carried in his hand a rattan cane of familiar shape, and as he spoke he whiffled it in the air, making a little humming noise—"stand up!"
"Wherefore?" said Sato-Koto.
"That you shall see," said Sanders.
The king rose reluctantly, and Sanders grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
Swish!
The cane caught him most undesirably, and he sprang into the air with a yell.