Little Bonsa do all those things for you, and by and by do plenty more, as Little Bonsa bring my old master, your holy uncle, safe out of that country because all the Asiki run away when they see him wear her on head, for they think she come sacrifice them after she eat up my life." "I don't wonder that they ran," said Alan, laughing, for the vision of a missionary with Little Bonsa on his head caught his fancy.

"But come to the point, you old heathen.

What do you mean that I should do ?" "Jeekie not heathen now, Major, but plenty other things true in this world, besides Christian religion.

I no want you do anything, but I say this--you go back to Asiki wearing Little Bonsa on head and dressed like Reverend uncle whom you very like, for he just your age then thirty years ago, and they give you all the gold you want, if you give them back Little Bonsa whom they love and worship for ever and ever, for Little Bonsa very, very old." Alan sat up in his chair and stared at Jeekie, while Jeekie nodded his head at him.
"There is something in it," he said slowly, speaking more to himself than to the negro, "and perhaps that is why I would not sell the fetish, for as you say, there are plenty of true things in the world besides those which we believe.

But, Jeekie, how should I find the way ?" "No trouble, Major, Little Bonsa find way, want to get back home, very hungry by now, much need sacrifice.