Yonder I see an elder with grey hair who doubtless knew of Little Bonsa in his youth.

Let him come up and look and say whether or no this is the god." "Yes, yes," exclaimed the chief, "go up, old man, go up," and he jabbed at him with his spear until, unwillingly enough, he went.
The elder arrived, making obeisance, and when he was near, Alan blew the whistle in his face, whereon he fell to his knees.
"It is Little Bonsa," he said in a trembling voice, "Little Bonsa without a doubt.

I should know, as my father and my elder brother were sacrificed to her, and I only escaped because she rejected me.

Down on your face, Chief, and do honour to the Yellow God before she slay you." Instantly every man within hearing prostrated himself and lay still.
Then Jeekie strode up and down among them shouting out: "Little Bonsa has come back and brought to you, Man-eaters, a fat offering, an offering of the dwarf-people whom you hate, of the treacherous dwarf-people who when you walk the ancient forest path, murder you with their poisoned arrows.

Praise Little Bonsa who delivers you from your foes, and hearken to her bidding.