AFRICA BABY!
TARZAN AND THE LEOPARD MEN
IV. — SOBITO, THE WITCH- DOCTOR
TWO white men sat before a much patched, weatherworn tent. They sat upon the ground, for they had no chairs. Their clothing was, if possible, more patched and weatherworn than their tent. Five blacks squatted about a cook- fire at a little distance from them. Another black was preparing food for the white men at a small fire near the tent.
"I'm sure fed up on this," remarked the older man.
"Then why don't you beat it?" demanded the other, a young man of twenty-one or twenty-two.
His companion shrugged. "Where? I'd be just another dirty bum, back in the States. Here, I at least have the satisfaction of servants, even though I know damn well they don't respect me. It gives me a certain sense of class to be waited upon. There, I'd have to wait on somebody else. But you—I can't see why you want to hang around this lousy God-forsaken country, fighting bugs and fever. You're young. You've got your whole life ahead of you and the whole world to carve it out of any way you want."
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