The wheel turned more and more rapidly. The warriors, gathered around, watched its revolutions with ever-increasing interest.
"Ao!" exclaimed the aged negro, "if one of you deceives the other by lies, if he betrays him, if he steals from him, if he poisons him, may he be accursed!"
"May he be accursed!" repeated all the warriors.
"And if he is a liar and is plotting treason, let him not swallow the blood of his brother, and let him spit it out before our eyes."
"Oh, before our eyes!"
"And let him die!"
"Let him die!"
"Let him be torn to pieces by a wobo!"
"Wobo!"
"Or a lion!"