Your reverend uncle find out that." Not wishing to pursue the argument, Alan changed the subject by asking his indignant retainer if he thought that the Asika had meant what she said when she offered to send the gold down to the coast.
"Why not, Major?
That good lady always mean what she say, and what she do too," and he dabbed wrathfully at the scratches made by the lion's claws on his face, then added, "She know her own mind, not like shilly-shally, see-saw white woman, who get up one thing and go to bed another.

If she love she love, if she hate she hate.

If she say she send gold, she send it, though pity to part with all that cash, because 'spect someone bag it." Alan reflected a while.
"Don't you see, Jeekie, that here is a chance, if a very small one, of getting a message to the coast.

Also it is quite clear that if we are ever able to escape, it will be impossible for us to carry this heavy stuff, whereas if we send it on ahead, perhaps some of it might get through.

We will pack it up, Jeekie, at any rate it will be something to do.