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СКАЧАТЬ It needed only the corporeal presence of his novel deity to wipe out the feelings of distrust which violence had not wholly dispelled.

      Day after day passed, but no word came from Bones, and Captain Hamilton cursed his subordinate, his subordinate's relations, and all the cruelty of fate which brought Bones into his command. Then, unexpectantly, the truant arrived, arrived proud and triumphant in the early morning before Hamilton was awake. He sneaked into the village so quietly that even the Houssa sentry who dozed across the threshold of Hamilton's hut was not aware of his return; and silently, with fiercely whispered injunctions, so that the surprise should be all the more complete, Bones landed his unruly cargo, its feet chained, his great muzzle lassoed and bound with raw hide, its powerful and damaging tail firmly fixed between two planks of wood (a special idea for which Bones was responsible). Then Lieutenant Tibbetts went to the hut of his chief and woke him.

      "So here you are, are you?" said Hamilton.

      "I am here," said Bones with trembling pride, so that Hamilton knew his subordinate had been successful; "according to your instructions, sir, I have captured the green crocodile. He is of monstrous size, and vastly superior to your partly-worn lady friend. Also," he said, "as per your instructions, conveyed to me in your letter dated the twenty-third instant, I have fastened same by right leg in the vicinity of the pool; at least," he corrected carefully, "he was fastened, but owing to certain technical difficulties he slipped cable, so to speak, and is wallowing in his native element."

      "You are not rotting, Bones, are you?" asked Hamilton, busy with his toilet.

      "Perfectly true and sound, sir, I never rot," said Bones stiffly; "give me a job of work to do, give me a task, put me upon my metal, sir, and with the assistance of jolly old Bosambo----"

      "Is Bosambo in this?"

      Bones hesitated.

      "He assisted me very considerably, sir," he said; "but, so to speak, the main idea was mine."

      The chief's drum summoned the villages to the palaver house, but the news had already filtered through the little township, and a crowd had gathered waiting eagerly to hear the message which Hamilton had to give them.

      "O people," he said, addressing them from the hill of palaver, "all I have promised you I have performed. Behold now in the pool--and you shall come with me to see this wonder--is one greater than M'zooba, a vast and splendid spirit which shall protect your crops and be as M'zooba was, and better than was M'zooba. All this I have done for you."

      "Lord Tibbetti has done for you," prompted Bones, in a hoarse whisper.

      "All this have I done for you," repeated Hamilton firmly, "because I love you."

      He led the way through the broad, straggling plantation to the great pool which begins in a narrow creek leading from the river and ends in a sprawl of water to the east of the village.

      The whole countryside stood about watching the still water, but nothing happened.

      "Can't you whistle him and make him come up or something?" asked Hamilton.

      "Sir," said an indignant Bones, "I am no crocodile tamer; willing as I am to oblige you, and clever as I am with parlour tricks, I have not yet succeeded in inducing a crocodile to come to heel after a week's acquaintance."

      But native people are very patient.

      They stood or squatted, watching the unmoved surface of the water for half an hour, and then suddenly there was a stir and a little gasp of pleasurable apprehension ran through the assembly.

      Then slowly the new one came up. He made for a sand-bank, which showed above the water in the centre of the pool; first his snout, then his long body emerged from the water, and Hamilton gasped.

      "Good heavens, Bones!" he said in a startled whisper, and his astonishment was echoed from a thousand throats.

      And well might he be amazed at the spectacle which the complacent Bones had secured for him.

      For this great reptile was more than green, he was a green so vivid that it put the colours of the forest to shame. A bright, glittering green and along the centre of his broad back one zig-zag splash of orange.

      "Phew," whistled Hamilton, "this is something like."

      The roar of approval from the people was unmistakable. The crocodile turned his evil head and for a moment, as it seemed to Bones, his eyes glinted viciously in the direction of the young and enterprising officer. And Bones admitted after to a feeling of panic.

      Then with a malignant "woof!" like the hoarse, growling bark of a dog, magnified a hundred times, he slid back into the water, a great living streak of vivid green and disappeared to the cool retreat at the bottom of the pool.

      "You have done splendidly, Bones, splendidly!" said Hamilton, and clapped him on the back; "really you are a most enterprising devil."

      "Not at all, sir," said Bones.

      He ate his dinner on the _Zaire_, answering with monosyllables the questions which Hamilton put to him regarding the quest and the place of the origin of this wonderful beast. It was after dinner when they were smoking their cigars in the gloom as the _Zaire_ was steaming across its way to the shore where a wooding offered an excuse for a night's stay, and Bones gave voice to his thoughts.

      And curiously enough his conversation did not deal directly or indirectly with his discovery.

      "When was this boat decorated last, sir?" he asked.

      "About six months before Sanders left," replied Hamilton in surprise; "just why do you ask?"

      "Nothing, sir," said Bones, and whistled light-heartedly. Then he returned to the subject.

      "I only asked you because I thought the enamel work in the cabin and all that sort of thing has worn very well."

      "Yes, it is good wearing stuff," said Hamilton.

      "That green paint in the bathroom is rather _chic_, isn't it? Is that good wearing stuff?"

      "The enamel?" smiled Hamilton. "Yes, I believe that is very good wearing. I am not a whale on domestic matters, Bones, but I should imagine that it would last for another year without showing any sign of wear."

      "Is it waterproof at all?" asked Bones, after another pause.

      "What do you mean?"

      "I mean would it wash off if a lot of water were applied to it?"

      "No, I should not imagine it would," said Hamilton, "what makes you ask?"

      "Oh, nothing!" said Bones carelessly and whistled, looking up to the stars that were peeping from the sky; and the inside of Lieutenant Tibbetts was one large expansive grin.

      CHAPTER X

      HENRY HAMILTON BONES

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