Pretend not be afraid, best chance.

Let Jeekie think, let Jeekie think," and he slapped his forehead with his large hand.
Apparently the action brought inspiration, for next instant he grabbed his master by the arm and dragged him back behind the shelter of a big boulder which they had just passed.

Then with really marvellous swiftness he cut the straps of the tin box that Alan wore upon his back, and since there was no time to find the key and unlock it, seized the little padlock with which it was fastened between his finger and thumb, and putting out his great strength, with a single wrench twisted it off.
"What are you----" began Alan.
"Hold tongue," he answered savagely, "make you god, I priest.

Ogula know Little Bonsa.

Quick, quick!" In a minute it was done, the golden mask was clapped on to Alan's head, and the leather thongs were fastened.