"I don't think he would treat us unfairly," said Compton, warmly, "especially as they owe so much to us."
"That's nothing."
"But, sir, these people were kind to my father; and Muata stood by us all along like a brick."
"Well," said Mr. Hume, lighting his pipe, "I always find it pays to keep your powder dry and your eyes skinned. So whether Muata continues friendly or not, be always on your guard."
Muata was friendly. He paid them a visit, and he proclaimed them chiefs with full right to offer council at the Indabas under the title of "The Old Lion," "The Young Lion," and "The Spider," the last distinction falling to Venning, because of his fondness for the pursuit of insects. Muata then dismissed his body-guard and joined his newly appointed chiefs at the fire. He sat a long time silent, his eyes bloodshot, his brows bent, and when he did speak, his words veiled a hidden meaning.
"The place is yours," he said, "to go and to come, to eat and to drink, to take and keep. Choose any place, and the people will build huts for you."
"This cave is dry and comfortable. We want no huts, chief."
"It is well enough now, but in the rains it is not good."
"We shall be well on our way before the rains set in, chief."
"Wow! The Spider has seen how the ants live."