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.