“Me Gogoomy,” he said. “Bawo brother belong me.”
Bawo, she remembered, was the sick boy who had died.
“Go on,” she commanded.
“Bawo take ’m medicine. Bawo finish. Bawo my brother. You pay me. Father belong me one big fella chief along Port Adams. You pay me.”
Joan laughed.
“Gogoomy, you just the same as Aroa, one big fool. My word, who pay me for medicine?”
She dismissed the matter by passing through the gate and closing it. But Gogoomy pressed up against it and said impudently:
“Father belong me one big fella chief. You no bang ’m head belong me. My word, you fright too much.”
“Me fright?” she demanded, while anger tingled all through her.
“Too much fright bang ’m head belong me,” Gogoomy said proudly.