Alan looked at it and shivered, for the thing was horrid and uncanny, and the utter loneliness in which it lay staring up at the moon, seemed to accentuate the horror.
The Mungana noticed his fear and whispered: "We must swim the water.

If you have a god, white man, pray him to protect you from Bonsa." "Lead on," answered Alan, "I do not dread a foul fetish, only the look of it.

But is there no way round ?" The Mungana shook his head and began to enter the canal.

Jeekie, whose teeth were chattering, hung back, but Alan pushed him from behind, so sharply that he stumbled and made a splash.

Then Alan followed, and as the cold, black water rose to his chest, looked again at Big Bonsa.
It seemed to him that the thing had turned round and was staring at them.