Bitiou [to the Steward] You content. You still got all your corn.
He laughs, his comrades laugh with him.
Nourm. You, we like you.
Bitiou. You—good! We—good!
Sokiti. See!
Bitiou [collecting two ideas] Wait: neighboring master bad. They bad. [To the others] Heh?—Heh?—you see—Heh? Heh? [All three draw themselves up proudly and laugh] And the steward he bad, he dead—well done!
Satni. What would he say?
Sokiti [laughing] They took the steward and then—[Chokes with laughter].
Nourm. They gave him back all the blows of the stick they had had from him.