"Bosh!" answered Alan, but all the same he shivered also. "Jeekie," he
asked again, "what happens to those people whom the Bonsas smell out?"
"Case of good-bye, Major. Sometimes they chop off nut, sometimes they
spiflicate in gold tub, sometimes priest-man make hole in what white
doctor call _diagram_--and shake hands with heart.--All matter of taste,
Major, just as Asika please. If she like victim or they old friends,
chop off head; if she not like him--do worse things."
More than satisfied with his information Alan went to bed. For hour
after hour that night he lay tossing and turning, haunted by the
recollections of the dreadful sights that he had seen and of the
horrible Asika, horrible and half-naked, glaring at him amorously
through the crystal eyes of Little Bonsa. When at last he fell asleep it
was to dream that he was alone in the water with the god which pursued
him as a shark pursues a shipwrecked sailor. Never did he experience a
nightmare that was half so awful. Only one thing could be more awful,
the reality itself.
CHAPTER XIV
THE MOTHER OF JEEKIE
"Jeekie," said Alan next morning, "I tell you again that I have had
enough of this place, I want to get out.
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