Then there was confusion and someone went to telephone the doctor, while the deep voice of Jeekie was heard exclaiming: "That Yellow God at work--oh yes, Little Bonsa on the job.

Jeekie Christian man but no doubt she very powerful fetish and can do anything she like to them that worship her, and you see, she sit in office of these gentlemen.

'Spect she make Reverend Austin and me bring her to England because she got eye on firm of Messrs.

Aylward & Haswell, London, E.C.Oh, shouldn't wonder at all, for Bonsa know everything." "Oh, confound you and your fetish! Be off, you old donkey," almost shouted Alan.
"Major," replied the offended Jeekie, assuming his grand manner and language, "it was not I who wished to narrate this history of blood-stained superstitions of poor African.

Mustn't blame old Jeekie if they make Christian gents sick as Channel steamer." "Be off," repeated Alan, stamping his foot.
So Jeekie went, but outside the door, as it chanced, he encountered one of the Jew gentlemen who also appeared to be a little "sick." An idea striking him, he touched his white hair with his finger and said: "You like Jeekie's pretty story, sir?
Well, Jeekie think that if you make little present to him, like your brother in there, it please Yellow God very much, and bring you plenty luck." Then acting upon some unaccustomed impulse, that Jew became exceedingly generous.