“Yes, Major, for instance, very difficult explain Mrs. Barbara how Asika so fond of you if you only tell her, ‘Go away, go away!’ all the time, like old saint-gentleman to pretty girl in picture.  P’raps she smell rat.”

“Stop your ribald talk,” said Alan in a stern voice.  “It would be better if instead of making jokes you gave thanks to Providence for bringing both of us alive and well out of very dreadful dangers.  Now I am going to dress for dinner,” and with an anxious glance seaward into the gathering darkness, he turned and went.

Jeekie stood alone upon the empty deck, wagging his great white head to and fro and soliloquizing thus: 

“Wonder if Major see what under lady Asika’s feet when she stand out there over nasty deep.  Think not or he say something.  That noble lord not look nice.  No, private view for Jeekie only, free ticket and nothing to pay and me hope it no come back when I go to bed.  Major know nothing about it, so he not see, but Jeekie know a lot.  Hope that Aylward not write any letters home, or if he write, hope no one post them.  Ghost bad enough, but murder, oh my!”

He paused a while, then went on: 

“Jeekie do big sacrifice to Bonsa when he reach Yarleys, get lamb in back kitchen at night, or if ghost come any more, calf in wood outside.  Not steal it, pay for it himself.  Then think Jeekie turn Cath’lic; confess his sins, they say them priest chaps not split, and after they got his sins, they tackle Asika and Bonsas too,” and he uttered a series of penitent groans, turning slowly round and round to be sure that nothing was behind him.

Just then the full moon appeared out of a bank of clouds, and as it rose higher, flooding the world with light, Jeekie’s spirits rose also.

“Asika never come in moonshine,” he said, “that not the game, against rule, and after all, what Jeekie done bad?  He very good fellow really.  Aylward great villain, serve him jolly well right if Asika spiflicate him, that not Jeekie’s fault.  What Jeekie do, he do to save master and missus who he love.  Care nothing for his self, ready to die any day.  Keep it dark to save them too, ’cause they no like the story.  If once they know, it always leave taste in mouth, same as bad oyster.  Also Jeekie manage very well, take Major safe Asiki-land (’cause Little Bonsa make him), give him very interesting time there, get him plenty gold, nurse him when he sick, nobble Mungana, bring him out again, find Miss Barbara, catch hated rival and bamboozle all Asiki army, bring happy pair to coast and marry them, arrange first-class honeymoon on ship—­Jeekie do all these things, and lots more he could tell, if he vain and not poor humble nigger.”

Once more he paused a while, lost in the contemplation of his own modesty and virtues, then continued: