The white man's _prestige_ and privileges were invested in him.
"Yours is undoubtedly a great magic," said Winkleman's gun bearer politely. "Let us talk."
They talked at great length, without bothering to remove the dead headman. The result was finally a continued respect for Simba, his magic bone, and his ready rifle; but a lingering though polite incredulity as to the matter of Winkleman--_Bwana_ Nyele. It was possible that Simba had killed the latter, of course. But to have taken him alive--and to be holding him prisoner----
It was suggested that the various upper men of this safari accompany Simba to the place of incarceration. Declined for obvious reasons. Proposition modified to exclude all visitors but one. Still declined.
The debate summarized in the above short paragraph consumed six hours. What is time in the face of an African eternity? And in Africa, as every one knows, the feeling of eternity is an accompaniment of every-day life.
After some refreshments the sitting rose. Simba did not spend the night in camp. That did not seem to him wise. Instead he withdrew to a place he had already marked, deftly built himself a withe platform in the spread of an acacia, and slept soundly above the danger line.
Next morning the discussion was resumed. It was all on an amicable basis. A bystander would have seen merely a group of lazy native servants gossiping idly. And, indeed, for one word of relevance were a dozen of sheer chatter. That is the African way.
Since it was impossible to visit _Bwana_ Nyele, why could not _Bwana_ Nyele be brought to within sight? Simba considered this; but finally rejected it. The risk was too great, magic bone or no magic bone.
"It is probable you speak lies," said the gun bearer at last. "You say you want _potio_ and that you hold _Bwana_ Nyele prisoner. But you do not bring us orders from _Bwana_ Nyele for _potio_. Nor do you give us proof. We must have proof before we believe or before we obey."
"I will bring you _Bwana_ Nyele's gun; or his coat; or anything that is his that you may see that I hold him prisoner."
"Those things prove nothing," the gun bearer pointed out. "They might have been taken from a dead man."
They negotiated further. One gifted with the power of seeing only essential things would have found here a strange parallel. For these two men, talking cautiously, clinging with tenacity to single points, yielding grudgingly, would have been the same to him as two shrewd business men coming together on the phrases of a contract, or two diplomats framing the terms of a treaty.