Miss Barbara here and these gentlemen, wish you to tell them all that you know about the Yellow God." The negro started and rolled his round eyes upwards till the whites of them showed, then began in his school-book English: "That is a private subject, Major, upon which I should prefer not to discourse before this very public company." A chorus of remonstrance arose and one of the Jewish gentlemen approaching Jeekie, slipped a couple of sovereigns into his great hand, which he promptly transferred to his pocket without seeming to notice them.
"Jeekie," said Barbara, "don't disappoint me." "Very well, miss, I fall in with your wishes.

The Yellow God that all these gentlemen worship, quite another god to that of which you desire that I should tell you.

You know all about him.

My god is of female sex." At this statement his audience burst into laughter while Jeekie rolled his eyes again and waited till they had finished.

"My god," he went on presently, "I mean, gentlemen, the god I used to pray to, for I am a good Christian now, has so much gold that she does not care for any more," and he paused.
"Then what does she care for ?" asked someone.
"Blood," answered Jeekie.