One good turn deserves another."
"Just so, Major; that hello-swello want cut our throats, so I want cut
his--one good turn deserve another, as wise king say in Book, when
he give half baby to woman what wouldn't have it. Well, so be, Major,
specially as it no matter, for he not stop with us long."
"You mean that he will run away, Jeekie?"
"Oh! no, he not run away, he in too blue funk for that. But something
run away with him, because he ought die to-morrow night. Oh! yes, you
see, you see, and Jeekie hope that something not run away with you too,
Major, because you ought be married at same time."
"Hope not, I am sure," answered Alan, and bethinking him of Big Bonsa
wallowing and screaming on the water and bleeding out white blood, he
shivered a little.
By this time, advancing at a trot, the Mungana running after them like a
dog, they had entered the bush pierced with a few wandering paths. Along
these paths they sped for hour after hour, Jeekie leading them without
a moment's hesitation. They met no man and heard nothing, except
occasional weird sounds which Alan put down to wild beasts, but Jeekie
and the Mungana said were produced by ghosts.
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