"You have much gold with you," said the old chief, "and it is very heavy. It will be hard to get your boys to carry it all the way back to the coast."
"Yes," said Owaza, "but I shall pay them well."
"If they did not have to carry it so far from home you would not have to pay them so much, would you?" asked the chief.
"No," said Owaza, "but I cannot dispose of it this side of the coast."
"I know where you can dispose of it within two 'days' march," replied the old chief.
"Where?" demanded Owaza. "And who here in the interior will buy it?"
"There is a white man who will give you a little piece of paper for it and you can take that paper to the coast and get the full value of your gold."
"Who is this white man?" demanded Owaza, "and where is he?"
"He is a friend of mine," said the chief, "and if you wish I will take you to him on the morrow, and you can bring with you all your gold and get the little piece of paper."
"Good," said Owaza, "and then I shall not have to pay the carriers but a very small amount."
The carriers were glad, indeed, to learn the next day that they were not to go all the way to the coast, for even the lure of payment was not sufficient to overcome their dislike to so long a journey, and their fear of being at so great a distance from home. They were very happy, there-
