"My friend, these are marks you have made yourself with a horseshoe. What adventure has befallen you? Why should you hide it from us? I pray you, tell us the truth."
The Black Man looked darkly and evilly upon Massang and answered never a word.
The third day the same thing happened. It was the White Man's turn this time to stay at home and prepare the dinner, but he had no better success than his companions, and had only the same story to tell them when they returned.
"I am glad," said Massang, when he had tried in vain to learn the truth from him, "that to-morrow it will be my turn to play at cook. Mayhap the same adventure will befall me, and then I shall learn why and how you three have deceived me." The three said nothing, but they looked at each other understandingly.
The next morning, having secured a new pot from a near-by village, Massang
