“‘Is not your name Dogeetah, O White Lord, and are you not a master of medicine?’
“‘Yes,’ I answered, ‘but who are you who dare to wake me from my sleep?’
“‘Lord, I am the Kalubi, the Chief of the Pongo, a great man in my own land yonder.’
“‘Then why do you come here alone at night, Kalubi, Chief of the Pongo?’
“‘Why do you come here alone, White Lord?’ he answered evasively.
“‘What do you want, anyway?’ I asked.
“‘O! Dogeetah, I have been hurt, I want you to cure me,’ and he looked at his bandaged hand.
“‘Lay down that spear and open your robe that I may see you have no knife.’
“He obeyed, throwing the spear to some distance.
“‘Now unwrap the hand.’