Oh, yes! I see her little game." "Well, Jeekie," said Alan, bursting into such a roar of laughter that he nearly shook off his mask, "you had better be careful, for you just told me that the Asika is not like a see-saw white woman and never changes her mind.

Say to this man that he must tell the Asika there is a mistake, and that however much I should like to oblige her, I can't bury you because it has been prophesied to me that on the day you are buried, I shall be buried also, and that therefore you must be kept alive." "Capital notion that, Major," said Jeekie, much relieved.

"She not want bury you just at present; next year perhaps, but not now.

I tell him." And he did with much vigour.
This slight misconception having been disposed of, they explained to the carpenters what was wanted.

First, all the gold was emptied out of the sacks in which it remained as the priests had brought it, and divided into heaps, each of which weighed about forty pounds, a weight that with its box Alan considered would be a good load for a porter.