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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Never say die, Major, never say die," puffed Jeekie, "they get blown too and who know what other side of hill?" Somehow they struggled to the crest and behold! there beneath them was a great army of men. "Ogula!" yelled Jeekie, "Ogula! Just what I tell you, Major, who know what other side of any hill."
"Not want to leave all that behind after such arduous walk. No, no, I try get you out, meanwhile you play game." "The game! What game, Jeekie?" "What game? Why, Asika-game of course. If she sigh, you sigh; if she look at you, you look at her; if she squeeze hand, you squeeze hand; if she kiss, you kiss." "I am hanged if I do, Jeekie." "Must, Major; must or never get out of Asiki-land.
Also believe they catch rest of those soldier chaps and polish them, for porter-man hear the row." Alan sprang up with an exclamation; in his new-found joy he had forgotten all about the Asiki. "Keep hair on, Major," said Jeekie cheerfully; "don't think they attack yet, plenty of time for breakfast first. When they come we make it very hot for them, lots of rifle and cartridge now."
They mean it great compliment and only think you not like those girls and send others." "Look here, Jeekie," exclaimed Alan, turning his masked face towards the two who remained, "let us come to an understanding at once. Clear them out. Tell them I am so holy that Little Bonsa is enough for me. Say I can't bear the sight of females, and that if they stop here I will sacrifice them.
The message was sent and an hour later a dozen of the native craftsmen arrived with their rude tools and a supply of planks cut from a kind of iron-wood or ebony tree. They prostrated themselves to Alan, then the master of them rising, instantly began to measure Jeekie with a marked reed.
Then it began to scream, making a thin and dreadful sound more like that of an infant in pain than anything they had ever heard, a very sickening sound that Alan never could forget. He staggered to the bank and stood staring at it where it bled, rolled and shrieked, but because of the milky foam could make nothing out in that light. "What is it, Jeekie?" he said with an idiotic laugh.
Then without waiting for an answer Jeekie clapped the wet mask on his master's head, tied the thongs and led Alan to the prow of the canoe, where he set him down on a little cross bench, stood behind supporting him and again began to sing in a great triumphant voice.
Chancing to look round Barbara saw him on his knees muttering something in a strange tongue, and bowing his white head until it touched an object that lay within the box. "What are you doing, Jeekie?" she asked. "Make bow to Little Bonsa, Miss Barbara, tell her how glad I am see her come back from town. She like feel welcome. Now you come bow too, Little Bonsa take that as compliment."
On his return he found his garments well brushed with dry reeds and set upon a rock in the hot sun to air, while Jeekie in a cheerful mood, was engaged cooking breakfast in the frying-pan, to which he had clung through all the vicissitudes of their flight. "No coffee, Major," he said regretfully, "that stop in forest. But never mind, hot water better for nerve.
His hair was tied behind his head in a pigtail and gilded, his face was painted red, white and yellow; he wore ropes of bright-coloured stones about his neck, middle, arms and ankles, and held a kind of sceptre in his hand. "Who is that creature?" asked Alan over his shoulder to Jeekie. "The Court fool?" "That husband of Asika, Major.
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