At times Gobila came to see them.  Gobila was the chief of the neighbouring villages.  He was a gray-headed savage, thin and black, with a white cloth round his loins and a mangy panther skin hanging over his back.  He came up with long strides of his skeleton legs, swinging a staff as tall as himself, and, entering the common room of the station, would squat on his heels to the left of the door.  There he sat, watching Kayerts, and now and then making a speech which the other did not understand.  Kayerts, without interrupting his occupation, would from time to time say in a friendly manner:  “How goes it, you old image?” and they would smile at one another.  The two whites had a liking for that old and incomprehensible creature, and called him Father Gobila.  Gobila’s manner was paternal, and he seemed really to love all white men.  They all appeared to him very young, indistinguishably alike (except for stature), and he knew that they were all brothers, and also immortal.  The death of the artist, who was the first white man whom he knew intimately, did not disturb this belief, because he was firmly convinced that the white stranger had pretended to die and got himself buried for some mysterious purpose of his own, into which it was useless to inquire.  Perhaps it was his way of going home to his own country?  At any rate, these were his brothers, and he transferred his absurd affection to them.  They returned it in a way.  Carlier slapped him on the back, and recklessly struck off matches for his amusement.  Kayerts was always ready to let him have a sniff at the ammonia bottle.  In short, they behaved just like that other white creature that had hidden itself in a hole in the ground.  Gobila considered them attentively.  Perhaps they were the same being with the other—­or one of them was.  He couldn’t decide—­clear up that mystery; but he remained always very friendly.  In consequence of that friendship the women of Gobila’s village walked in single file through the reedy grass, bringing every morning to the station, fowls, and sweet potatoes, and palm wine, and sometimes a goat.  The Company never provisions the stations fully, and the agents required those local supplies to live.  They had them through the good-will of Gobila, and lived well.  Now and then one of them had a bout of fever, and the other nursed him with gentle devotion.  They did not think much of it.  It left them weaker, and their appearance changed for the worse.  Carlier was hollow-eyed and irritable.  Kayerts showed a drawn, flabby face above the rotundity of his stomach, which gave him a weird aspect.  But being constantly together, they did not notice the change that took place gradually in their appearance, and also in their dispositions.

Five months passed in that way.