Go, roll that beast away before your chief is crushed to death." They obeyed, and the man sat up, a fearful spectacle, for he was smothered with the blood of the lion and somewhat cut by her claws, though otherwise unhurt.

Then feeling that the life was still whole in him, he crept on his hands and knees to where Alan stood, and kissed his feet.
"Aha!" said Jeekie, "Little Bonsa score again.

Cannibal tribe our slave henceforth for evermore.

Yes, till kingdom come.

Come on, Major, and cook supper in perfect peace." The supper was cooked and eaten with gratitude, for seldom had two men needed a square meal more, and never did venison taste better.