"Thou art an honest man?" said Umballa.
"It is said," replied the chief gravely.
"Thou art poor?"
"That is with the gods I serve."
"But thou art not without ambition?"
"Who is?" The chief's wonder grew. What meant these peculiar sentences?
"Wouldst put thy hand into gold as far as the wrist and take what thou couldst hold?"
"Yee, holy one; for I am human. Whither leads these questions? What is it you would of me?"
"There are some who need to be far away to see things. Well, good man, there is a treasure under your feet," falling into the vernacular.
The chief could not resist looking down at the ground, startled.