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well to rest here until the moon changes."
"Six day's grace, eh?" said he.
III

SHE FROWNED over the saying. There were many words in Swahili
speech that had no meaning for her, because the Abama dialect had no
words to match them. "What is 'grace'?" she asked.
He was silent, balancing an answer in his mind. "It is ze minga," he
decided. "A thing given, as when the Abama sacrifice for rain, and the
rain comes."
"So? But I have given you nothing."
He gave her a long, steady look, then: "I think so. I am thinking of a
certain night in the garden of Sleman bin Ali.
"I gave you a knife wound also!" she reminded him sharply. But under
his steady gaze she felt the blood rise to her head and pulse in her ears.
To hide her confusion she got to her feet, and as she did so a
deep-toned voice shouted her name. She turned quickly to see Ekoti
come running across the clearing, the tails of his leopard-skin kroos
whipping about his black, muscular legs. He came to a stand before her,
his great chest heaving as he fetched his breath. As Rick got to his feet
the young chief's keen eyes came to focus on him. Stern disapproval
was written on his face, and his greeting was coldly formal:
"I know you, Bwana!"
"I know you, Chieftain!" Rick returned.
"I did not think to find you still here," Ekoti said, but looked to Sheena
for an answer.
"Kalundas attacked his camp," the Jungle Queen told him. "He was
wounded in the fight and could not trek."
"Ah--so!" Ekot looked relieved, then: "I sent Leta to your dwelling
place in the forest. She could not find you, and when she came back she
said she was sure that the young Bwana had taken--"
"Your wives chatter like parrots!" the Jungle Queen, interposed sharply.

"And if you wanted me why are your drums silent?"
Ekoti's eyes became uneasy. He looked up at the sky and then down at
the ground. "I came to speak of this thing," he said at last. "Our drums
are silent because the witchdoctors say that no drum must talk after
sundown now."
"What witchdoctors? Who dares to silence my drums?" Sheena was
furious, and Ekoti looked as if he expected the earth to open and
swallow him.
"All the witchdoctors say so, Sheena," he rumbled. "Surely you have
heard the drum?"
"I have heard it. What more?"
Ekoti looked grave. "There is much more and it is all bad, Sheena.
When the drum first spoke the witchdoctors went to a secret meeting
place, and when they came to their villages they told the people that the
drum was the ghost-voice of Yamo Galagi. It was a great magic, they
said, and that all the young warriors must make ready to trek into the
Kalunda country."
"So? But you did not let the young men go, Ekoti?"
The chief took his time about answering, and that the worst had yet to
come was made plain by his hesitation and the way he shifted from one
foot to the other. "I tried to stop them," he said at last. "I called the
Elders to council, and it was made taboo for any man to go more than a
day's trek beyond his village. But the call of the drum was stronger than
our taboo. When it spoke again a few young men stole away when all
were sleeping. On the next night a few more. And so it has been every
night. Aie truly, it was as if a ghost walked into the villages, touched
each man on the shoulder as he lay on his bed, and said: 'Follow me!'
Soon there will be no young men left to hunt and watch our cattle, and I
have come to ask you what I should do about this thing."
"The witchdoctors lie!" the Jungle Queen flashed at him. "It cannot be

the Galagi's drum. It was buried with him and no man knows where."
"It may be that they speak the truth, Sheena." Rick, who had been
listening with keen attention, held out his hand.
"So!" she said caustically. "The white Bwana believes in ghosts also!"
"Let me see that knife again," he said quietly. She gave it to him, and
he examined the ivory haft with a frown between his eyes. Then he
nodded his head with a grunt of satisfaction and said: "Now I know the
meaning of these carvings. They tell a story of bygone days. Listen--"
And then be gave her a full account of all he had learned of the Abamas
at Benguela. At first Sheena could not understand how he could know
so much about her people, never having lived