You promise, Major?"
"Oh! yes, I promise. But, Jeekie, do you really think we are going to
see anything?"
"Can't say, Major," and he shook his head gloomily. "P'raps all put up
job. But lots of rum things in world, Major, specially among beastly
African savage who very curious and always ready pay blood to bad
Spirit. Hope Asika not get this into her head, because no one know what
happen. P'raps we see too much and scared all our lives; but p'raps all
tommy rot."
"That's it--tommy rot," answered Alan, who was not superstitious. "Well,
I suppose that we must go through with it. But oh! Jeekie, I wish you
would tell me how to get out of this."
"Don't know, Major, p'raps never get out; p'raps learn how to-night.
Have to do something soon if want to go. Mungana's time nearly up, and
then--oh my eye!"
It was night, about ten o'clock indeed, the hour at which Alan generally
went to bed. No message had come and he began to hope that the Asika had
forgotten, or changed her mind, and was just going to say so to Jeekie
when a light coming from behind him attracted his attention and he
turned to see her standing in a corner of the great room, holding a lamp
in her hand and looking towards him.
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