"Besides, mustn't kill holy white man, poor black chap don't matter, plenty more where he come from.

Think we all go see Miss Barbara now.

You come too, my Lord Bart., but p'raps best tie your hands behind you first; if you want scratch head, I do it for you.

That only fair, you scratch mine this morning." Then at a word from Jeekie some of the natives sprang on Aylward and tied his hands behind his back.
"Is Miss Barbara alive ?" said Alan to Jeekie in an agonized whisper, at the same time nodding towards the grave that was so ominously short.
"Hope so, think so, these cards say so, but God He know alone," answered Jeekie.

"Go and look, that best way to find out." So they advanced into the camp through a narrow gateway made of a V-shaped piece of wood, to where the two tents were placed in its inner division.