"The Chief and you will know what he will do when he does it."
"What are you doing now, honest man?" asked Gonye, and added—"May I come in?"
"Yes, if you don't talk or touch the goods."
The trader got up and let the native in, but returned to his game without ceremony.
Gonye walked round the piled-up counters and inspected the well-filled shelves. Here were goods indeed. Goods worth many head of cattle. Blankets, coloured print, calico, brass wire, beads, shirts, hats, coats, sugar, jam, tobacco, pipes, knives, looking-glasses, mouth organs, and goodness knows what besides.
Seeing all these nice new things created many wants in the headman's heart. But the Chief had closed the store.
Gonye wandered back to where the trader sat and watched him.
With a shout of triumph, self beat self by two kings. Schiller rearranged the board for another contest.
"Is it a game?" asked Gonye.
"Yes, it's a game."