At any rate it was changed.

So were his manner and bearing, whereof all the diffidence had gone.

Now they were those of a man accustomed to command who found himself in his right place.
"Jeekie," he called, "wake up those fellows and come and light the oil-stove.

I want my coffee." Thereon a deep voice was heard speaking in some native tongue and saying: "Cease your snoring, you black dogs, and arouse yourselves, for your lord calls you," an invocation that was followed by the sound of kicks, thumps, and muttered curses.
A minute or two later Jeekie himself appeared, and he also was much changed in appearance, for now instead of his smart, European clothes, he wore a white robe and sandals that gave him an air at once dignified and patriarchal.
"Good-morning, Major," he said cheerfully.

"I hope you sleep well, Major, in this low-lying and accursed situation, which is more than we do in boat that half full of water, to say nothing of smell of black man and prevalent mosquito.