Charles Beadle, The Blond Spiders — Chapter 1 (1924)
“ Coming, Alick?” “What’s the good?” said Bodiker sourly. “He’s dumb.” Tony glanced at his partner, whose eyes were glued to the sick man’s face with a sharply inquiring expression as he went out. The mutilated negro he found squatting on his hunkers in the bright moonlight by the camp-fire, the kitchen boys and porters staring at him half inquisitively, half superstitiously. The pustules on his face and body did not seem so far advanced as those of his white master’s. “Habari gani? How’s things?” said Tony in the little Kiswahili he’d already picked up. ”
