e table with his open
palm--then with his fist--then with a mallet.

"Silence yourself!" retorted Brown as soon as the hammering ceased.
"You ought to be ashamed o' yourself! Your court's a bally disgrace,
an' you're the worst thing in it! You and your Kaiser can go to hell,
and be damned to both of you!"

"One month in jail for contempt of court and Majestaets-beleidigung!"
snapped the lieutenant. "Take him away!"

Quite clearly that was not the first time that a white man had been
imprisoned in Muanza. There was no hesitation about the way in which
an askari seized Brown's wrists or a sergeant snapped the handcuffs.
He was hustled out expostulating, kicked on the shins by the sergeant
when he faced about to argue, and shoved into a run by both sergeant
and askari.

"You others would better be careful what you say!" said the lieutenant.

"I've a mind to share Brown's cell!" said Will, but the lieutenant
affected not to hear that.

"Since you refuse to plead in this court, you shall be held until the
arrival of Major Schunck from the coast. Your arms and ammunition are
to be handed over to the askaris, who will be sent to the rest-camp to
receive them. The askaris will search your belongings thoroughly to
make sure they have all your weapons. You are ordered confined within
the limits of this township, and if you are detected making any attempt
to trespass outside township limits you will be confined as the Greeks
are within the rest-camp under observation. The porters you brought
into the country are all to be paid their full wages by you until Major
Schunck shall have dealt with you; the porters are refused permission
to leave Muanza, being needed as witnesses. Next case!"

He scrawled his signature at the foot of each sheet of blue paper, and
made a motion with his arm that we should leave court. But we sat down
and waited until the two Nubian giants had finished flogging Kazimoto,
and when they dragged him to his feet Will and Fred walked over to give
him a few words of comfort. That act of ordinary kindness threw the
lieutenant into another fury.

"Bring the Nyamwezi here!" he ordered, and the askaris hustled him up
in front of the table.

"What do you do? Have you no manners? Return proper thanks for the
lesson you have received!"

Kazimoto stood silent.

"For God's sake--" Will began.

"Say 'Thank you' to him, Kazimoto!" Fred whispered.

There is no native word for "Thank you"--only a