"That also is true."
"Let you--or me, it does not matter--take the magic bone, and with it take also this safari and its potio."
"I will do it," assented Simba after a moment. "You will stay here to carry out the bwana's orders."
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
SIMBA'S ADVENTURE
In the course of the evening Winkleman, conceiving that the right moment had come, set himself seriously to establishing a dominance over these members of an inferior race. He was a skilled man at this, none more so; nevertheless he failed. For in the persons of Simba and Mali-ya-bwana he was dealing not with natives, but with another white man as shrewd and experienced as himself. Kingozi had from the abundance of his knowledge foreseen exactly what methods and arguments the Bavarian would use, and in his final instructions he had dramatized almost exactly the scene that was now taking place. Simba had his replies ready made for him. When an unexpected argument caught him unaware, he merely fingered surreptitiously his magic bone, and remained serenely silent. Winkleman might as well have talked at a stone wall. He soon recognized this, as also that the man had been coached minutely.
"Who is your bwana?" he asked at length.
"He is a very great bwana," Simba replied.
"His name?"
"He has many names among many people."