Dey haf hong up nets, and dorns, to keep out der plague's-goblins off deir house.

Listen, now, dey beat gongs!--But we are white men.

You--you tell me zo, to-night!" He blubbered something incoherent, but as the gate slammed they heard the name of God, in a broken benediction.
They had groped out of the cleft, and into a main corridor, before Heywood paused.
"That devil in the box!" He shook himself like a spaniel.

"Queer it should get into me so.

But I hate being laughed at by--anybody." A confused thunder of gongs, the clash of cymbals smothered in the distance, maintained a throbbing uproar, pierced now and then by savage yells, prolonged and melancholy.