Also it would be difficult to get you out of Bonsa-town." "Jeekie," said Alan, "this fellow is mad after all, I think you had better go to the door and shout for the priests." "No, no, lord," begged the wretched creature, "I will trust you; I will try, though it is you who must be mad." "Very good.

Stand over him, Jeekie, while I put on my things and, yes, give me that mask.

If he stirs, kill him at once." So Alan made himself ready.

Then he mounted guard over the Mungana, as did Jeekie, although he shook his head over their prospect of escape.
"No go," he muttered, "no go! If we get past priests, Asika catch us with her magic.

When I bolt with your reverend uncle last time, Little Bonsa arrange business because she go abroad fetch you.