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"M'ilitani, there is a bad palaver in the N'bosini country," said the gossip-chief of the Lesser Isisi, and wagged his head impressively.
Hamilton of the Houssas rose up from his camp chair and stretched himself to his full six feet. His laughing eyes -- terribly blue they looked in the mahogany setting of his lean face -- quizzed the chief, and his clean-shaven lips twitched ever so slightly.