“Hum-m-m. I sometime speak the one for good. Sometime I speak the other.”
“That is not right, Jeeka. We are told only to pray to the Great Good Spirit.”
“You told? Who tell you?”
I was getting out of my depth now, so I put him off for the present.
“Some day soon,” I said, “Jill, my brother, and I, will tell you all the strange story of the world.”
“You tell Nadi, my wife, too?”
“Yes, we will tell you both, and you shall tell your tribe.”
“Hum-m-m. Good!”
Next minute Jeeka had shaken off all concern and religious feeling, and was addressing his men in loud stentorian tones as to the duties of the day before us. For a great hunt was on the tapis.