“Then you must tell them what I am going to do.”
“What can you do?”
“Never mind. I know they want rain, and would do anything to get it. I want you to hurry, or my power will be lost.”
Ibrahim was of too serious a nature to care for practical joking, and that was just what he imagined the madcap was after.
But Max was in earnest, and he led Ibrahim from the strange-looking house to the one occupied by the chief.
The tattooed chieftain bowed himself to the ground when he saw Ibrahim.
But when the Persian spoke a few words in the Gondo language, the old fellow was so delighted that he danced about and shouted like a good fellow.
“The Gondos want rain. Their fields are dry, the crops are spoiling. Tell them I will cause the rain to come.”
Max spoke in English and Ibrahim translated into the Gondo language.
The chief ordered the girls to play the cymbals and the drums to be beaten.