“God has punished them,” said Stasch, “and the Wa-himas will now be convinced that the wicked Msimu can save no one.”
And Kali repeated:
“God has punished them, but we have no water.”
“Ahead of us, far off toward the east, I have seen mountains. There must be water there.”
“Kali has also seen them, but to get to them are many, many days——”
A short silence ensued.
“Sir,” said Kali, “good Msimu, Bibi, should pray to the Great Spirit for rain or for a stream of water.”
Stasch made no reply, but moved away. He saw Nell’s little white figure in front of the tent, for the screams and howls of the negroes had awakened her some time before.
“Stasch, what has happened?” she asked, hurrying toward him.
He laid his hand on her little head and said gravely: