This challenge Jeekie resolutely declined, saying that already there were plenty of ways to die in Asiki-land without adding another to them.

Then Fahni swore by his tribal god and by the spirit of every man he had ever eaten, that he would come to that promontory after dark, if he were still alive.
So they separated, Fahni and his men slipping down to the road, which they did without being seen by anyone, while Alan, Jeekie and the Mungana bore away to the right towards the promontory.

The road was long and rough and, though by good fortune they met no one, since the few who dwelt in these wild parts had gone up to Bonsa Town to be present at the great feast, the sun was sinking before ever they reached the place.
Moreover, this promontory proved to be covered with dense thorn scrub, through which they must force a way in the gathering darkness, not without hurt and difficulty.

Still they accomplished it and at length, quite exhausted, crept to the very point, where they hid themselves between some stones at the water's edge.
Here they waited for three long hours, but no boat came.
"All up a gum-tree now, Major," said Jeekie.

"Old blackguard, Fanny, bolt and leave us here, and to-morrow morning Asika nobble us.