"But still there may be something to be made out of it.
Evidently there is lots of gold in this Asiki country, if only one can persuade the people to deal." Then weary of Jeekie and his tribal gods, Alan lit his pipe and sat a while thinking of Barbara and all the events of that tumultuous day.

Notwithstanding his rebuff at the hands of Mr.Haswell and the difficulties and dangers which threatened, he felt even then that it had been a happy and a fortunate day.

For had he not discovered that Barbara loved him with all her heart and soul as he loved Barbara?
And as this was so, he did not care a--Little Bonsa about anything else.

The future must look to itself, sufficient to the day was the abiding joy thereof.
So he went to bed and for a while to sleep, but he did not sleep very long, for presently he fell to dreaming, something about Big Bonsa and Little Bonsa which sat, or rather floated on either side of his couch and held an interminable conversation over him, while Jeekie and Sir Robert Aylward, perched respectively at its head and its foot, like the symbols of the good and evil genii on a Mahommedan tomb, acted as a kind of insane chorus.

He struck his repeater, it was only one o'clock, so he tried to go to sleep again, but failed utterly.