"No, Kali. I cannot take you with me. You must remain with the Wahimas in order to make good people of them."
"Kali will return to them."
"M'Tana has many sons— Well, what will happen if he himself should desire to become king and leave the kingdom to his sons, and should induce the Wahimas to expel you?"
"M'tana is good. He would not do that."
"But if he should do it?"
"Then Kali will again go to the great water—to the great master and the 'bibi.'"
"We shall not be there then."
"Then Kali will sit beside the water and weep from grief."
Speaking thus he crossed his hands above his head; after a while he whispered:
"Kali loves the great master and the 'bibi' very much—very much!"
And two big tears glistened in his eyes.
Stas hesitated how to act. He was sorry for Kali, nevertheless, he did not assent to his entreaty. He understood—not to speak of the dangers of return—that if M'Tana or the fetish-men stirred up the negroes, then the boy was threatened not only with expulsion from the country but with death.
"It is better for you to remain," he said, "better without question."
But while he was saying this, Nell entered. Through the thin mat which separated the rooms she had heard perfectly the whole conversation, and now seeing tears in Kali's eyes she began to wipe his eyelids with her little fingers, and afterward turned to Stas:
"Kali is going with us," she said with great firmness.
