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Updated: June 23, 2025
By the time that it was finished darkness had fallen, and before they turned in to sleep in the neat reed hut that the Ogula had built, Alan and Jeekie walked up the island to see if the lioness had been skinned, as they directed. This they found was done; even the carcase itself had been removed to serve as meat for these foul-feeding people.
Rise and obey, Chief of the Ogula." Then the man scrambled to his feet and answered: "It shall be done, O Priest of the Yellow God. To-morrow at the dawn swift messengers will start for the Gold House of the Asiki. To-night they cannot leave, as we are all very hungry and must eat." "What must you eat?" asked Jeekie suspiciously.
In five minutes more Alan and Jeekie were among the Ogula, who, having recognized their chief while he was yet some way off, greeted him with rapturous cheers and the clapping of hands. Then as there was no time for explanation, they retreated across a little stream which ran down the valley, four thousand or more of them, and prepared for battle.
They catch plenty fish in river, and perhaps we shoot game, or rich 'potamus, which they like 'cause he fat." Evidently the Ogula chief, Fahni by name, not Fanny, as Jeekie called him, was a man of his word, for before the hour was up he appeared at the island in command of a large canoe manned by twelve splendid-looking savages.
Moreover, they had lost the channel and seemed to be wandering aimlessly through a wilderness of reeds broken here and there by lines of deeper water. According the Ogula they should have reached the confines of the great lake several days before and landed on healthful rising ground that was part of the Asiki territory. But this had not happened, and now he doubted whether it ever would happen.
"Ask Fahni why he and his people are bound, Jeekie," said Alan, "and why have they not returned to their own country." Jeekie obeyed, putting the question in the Ogula language, whereon the poor men turned and began to implore Alan to save their lives, Fahni adding that he had been told they were to be killed that night. "Why are these men to be slain?" asked Alan of the Asika.
That night Alan summoned the Ogula and spoke to them through Jeekie in their own language. At first they declared that they would not leave their chief, preferring to stay and die with him. "Not so," said Fahni; "go, my children, that I may live.
They climbed on to the pile of rocks in which the beast had made her lair, and looked down the river to where, two hundred yards away, the Ogula were encamped.
Or, perhaps the Ogula, forgetting friendship under the pressure of necessity, would murder them as they slept and revert to their usual diet. Jeekie was right, he should have remembered the "uncontrollable forces of Nature." Only a madman would have undertaken such an expedition in the rains.
Plenty Ogula to be killed, but not many white men like you, and in all world only one Jeekie!" "You cold-blooded old scoundrel!" ejaculated Alan as he turned and bolted back towards the noise of fighting, followed by his reluctant servant. By the time that he reached the first ranks, which were some way off, the worst of the attack was over.
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