“No, no! but Baas must not ask.”
“We are going to see it; will you come?”
“No, no.”
“Will give you beads.”
“No.”
“China doll”—holding another up to view.
“No, no, no!”
The answer was very emphatic, and the man looked the very personification of fear.
The boat was a good, strong dugout.
A log of the talha, a species of mimosa tree, had been hollowed out with rude tools.