So the interpreter spoke, and after the black had answered he said:
“They say that they are warriors belonging to the tribe of Massais.”
“Is that all they say?”
“That is all.”
Trim reflected quickly.
“The very fact that they announce themselves as warriors is a threat. I shall have to meet them on their own ground.”
He arose and spoke to the blacks as if they could understand him. His voice was loud and stern.
“Go back to your tribe!” he said. “I will not waste words with warriors. If your tribe has anything to say to me it will send its elders.”
The blacks listened in evident surprise at the boy’s tones and manner.
When the interpreter had translated his remarks they looked still more surprised.