She returned to her tent.
"Here!" she addressed the crouching Nubian. "It is as I said. You have been a fool. You have killed a porter by mistake. Now the bwana has ordered to fall in. He wishes to see if any are missing. Go take your place, and answer to your name."
"Oh, memsahib! Oh, memsahib!" the man was groaning.
"Go, I say!" she cried. "And hold up your head. If this is suspected of you, you will surely die."
Kingozi called the roll by the light of a replenished fire.
As each man was named, he was required to step forward to undergo Kingozi's scrutiny.
Most were uneasy, many were excited. Kingozi passed them rapidly in review. But when Chaké came forward, he paused in the machine-like regularity of his inspection.
"Hullo, my bold buccaneer," said he in English, "what ails you?"
The Leopard Woman had drawn near. Kingozi glanced at her over his shoulder.
"I know these Fuzzy-Wuzzies pretty well," he remarked. "This man has the blood look in his eye."