Alan was in his own room again, though how he got there he did not
recollect.

"Jeekie," he said, "what has happened? I seem to have had a very curious
dream, there in the Treasure-place, and to have heard you telling the
Asika a string of incredible falsehoods."

"Oh! no, Major, Jeekie can't lie, too good Christian; he tell her what
_he_ see, or what he think she see if she look, 'cause though p'raps
he see nothing, she never believe that. And," he added with a burst of
confidence, "what the dickens it matter what he tell her, so long as she
swallow same and keep quiet? Nasty things always make women like Asika
quite outrageous. Give them sweet to suck, say Jeekie, and if they ill
afterwards, that no fault of his. They had sweet."

"Quite so, Jeekie, quite so, only I should advise you not to play too
many tricks upon the Asika, lest she should happen to find you out. How
did I get back here?"

"Like man that walk in his sleep, Major. She go first, you follow, just
as little lamb after Mary in hymn."

"Jeekie, did you really see anything at all?"

"No, Major, nothing partic'lar, except ghost of Mrs. Jeekie and of your
reverend uncle, both of them very angry. That magic all stuff, Major.
Asika put something in your grub make you drunk, so that you think her
very wise. Don't think of it no more, Major, or you go off your chump.